Hey! So, late Soma week stuff. It was not completely late because I posted it on tumblr on time, but just for funzies I will post it here to! Enjoy the fic and have a great day! :D

"I'm sure the person in the hallway is only drunk Soul," Maka said indignantly as she moved towards the door after Soul had closed it after their last attempt out of their shared apartment.

"Yeah, right. Maka they were covered in blood," Soul said, rolling his eyes as he blocked the door.

Maka glared at him. "Maybe he got in a fight?" she said, hell-bent on getting that door open.

Soul sighed. "Fine, Maka. We'll open the fucking door." He moved out of the way and grabbed the baseball bat they kept by the door, just in case. He could never oppose her anyway.

"Are you ok-" Maka abruptly trailed off as the drunk guy in the hallway turned and made his way towards them, the blood glistening off his face. Her concern quickly turned to shock and Soul roughly pulled her back into their shared apartment.

"I told you he was a zombie."

"Soul! There's no such things as zombies. Don't be ridiculous," Maka said, scoffing.

"Right, what do you think it was then?" he asked condescendingly.

Thud.

"What was that?" Maka asked with a hint of fear showing on her face.

"Zombie," was all Soul said, Maka's fear reflected in his voice as his hand shot out and grabbed Maka's.

"Shit, what do we do?"

"Kill it?" Soul asked hesitantly.

"Are you sure it's a zombie?"

"No."

"Well then, let's just barricade the door unlike this all blows over!" Maka said, happy with her plan.

"Do you remember why we even went in the hallway in the first place?" Soul asked, annoyed with his blonde roommate. "We need groceries.'

"Oh, ummmm, well- oh! I know! We wait here for a day, to see what happens, than we get groceries."

Soul sighed loudly. "Ok, how will we know what happened?"

Maka smiled at him brightly. "TV of course!"
Right. Of course.
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"We should probably barricade the door or something," Maka said, staring at the door intently.

Soul snorted but nodded, holding Maka's hand tighter.

"I'm serious Soul! We should do this now!"

Soul regretfully untangled his hand from hers and she walked towards the door. Then he asked the question that was on both their minds.

"How the fuck do we barricade the door?"

Maka faltered.

"I hadn't thought of that yet," Maka said. "Maybe we could push the couch in front of it?"

Soul raised an eyebrow. "The couch? How about the dresser?"

Maka nodded, and moved towards the dresser— thank god it was near the door— before she started pushing, the dresser causing a loud horrible scraping noise. Soul rushed over to help her, the dresser neatly blocking the door just as the first dull thumps echoed from the hall.

The door was shut tight.

"Thank god that worked!" Maka breathed out.

Soul nodded, wrapping his arm around her protectively, Maka leaning firmly against him.
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Maka was sitting next to Soul on the couch. Rather close to him to, and he was not complaining.

Over the past hour from various news stations the heard that what the scary-drunk guy in the hallway was actually a zombie. Soul was right, and gleefully told Maka, "Told you so!" The zombies, the news reporter had said, were vulnerable to having their heads cut off or their brains destroyed— gross! He also said to stay indoors. Multiple times.

Maka shifted closer to Soul as the television showed a particular gory image of a horde of zombies eating a cat, then another being shot and beheaded.

Soul cringed at the gunshots and wrapped his arm around Maka, pulling her close. She leaned against him heavily before wrapping her arms around him in return.

"Should we…" Soul trailed off, not wanting to say it.

"Probably," Maka answered, gulping as she stood up and carefully crept closer to the door, looking over her shoulder to where Soul was slowly rising. She grabbed the baseball bat that Soul had dropped after last time they had almost left the apartment, and handed it to him, bending down to buckle her shoes before moving towards the door once more.

"Wait," Soul said. He grabbed her elbow and yanked her around before she could resist. Somehow, she had ended up closer than he had intended and they were chest to chest now. Soul hastily stepped back.

"We need a plan," he stated, "And we need to get ready".

Maka nodded, pulling her lose hair into twin ponytails on either side of her head as Soul grabbed the pair of bandannas that they sometimes used when they were riding his street bike. He tied the bright red one around Maka's face, covering her mouth and nose, then handed her the green one and turned around so she could do the same to him. After grabbing them sweaters while Maka found their ski goggles they were ready to go. Almost.

"Soul, we need another weapon," Maka said as she tried to take the bat back.

"Like what?" Soul asked, snorting. "A meat cleaver? A knife? A book?"

"Very funny, Soul," Maka said, clearly annoyed that Soul was being stupid and not giving her the bat.

"Sorry, sorry," Soul said sobering instantly. "I can't think of anything else that could be used as a weapon."

"Me neither," Maka said as she held her hand out expectantly. Soul raised an eyebrow.

"You need to give me the bat," she explained. "I have way more combative training than you and I am faster." She was still holding out her hand, into which Soul placed the bat.

"Fine," Soul said, his voice a mix of resignation and annoyance. "But you better not die, you hear me?" He was wanting to lean down and close the space between them, it was only a few inches between them… and a bandanna. Soul abruptly pulled back.

"Let's go then," he stated, glad the bandana hid his pink cheeks from view. They moved the dresser from in front if the door.

The hall way almost empty, save the zombie-drunk they had seen earlier. Maka stepped in to the hall with caution, taking a few practice swings before zeroing in on the zombie who was shuffling towards her. His red hair was limp around his face and his blue eyes were clouded. He looked strikingly familiar.

"Papa?" Maka asked, getting only a moan in return.

She attacked, swinging her bat at the thing that was once her father's head. She hit him hard, the loud crack echoing throughout the hallway. They both flinched but Maka pressed on, swinging repeatedly until her father's brain spilled in to the floor in a bloody mess and his body stopped twitching. Not he, Soul reminded himself. It.

Maka looked at its body for a second before turning to Soul, taking in his slightly nauseous face.

"I am going to be sick," she stated before rushing back in to their apartment, ripping off her bandanna, and only barely making it to the toilet before she vomited.

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Soul held her hair back from her face and stroked her back as she threw up, gagging until all that was left in her was bile.

When she was done, she curled up in to a tight ball, pressing her knees to her chest. Soul sighed and bent down to help her up. He then helped her to her room to get changed as she was covered in flecks of gore and he did not think that was the kind of pieces of her father she wanted to keep with her. Then he headed for his own room to change into his pyjamas. After that, he double-checked that the door was locked before pushing the dresser against it once more. The screech caused him to shiver.

When the door was taken care of Soul went over to the kitchen and microwaved some chocolate milk in a two mugs (was the water even safe to drink? Better stick with milk) before plunking two marshmallows in each cup, carrying them and a warm towel over to Maka, who had vacated her room and was sitting at the couch, staring into space. When he reached the shaken girl he placed both mugs on the coffee table and sat beside her. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in to a hug before giving her a quick kiss on the top of her head and pulling away to give her her mug. She drank it slowly while he chugged his quickly before taking the clouth and wipping the grime off her face and arms. When he was done he wrapped his arms around her yet again. It was awhile before she finally put down her mug and wraped her arms around him in return. She was crying.

"I'm sorry Soul," Maka said into his now tear-stained shirt.

"It's ok, Maka, we had a rough day today. We should probably go to bed soon, you seem pretty beat."

Maka nodded. "Can I sleep in your bed with you? I don't think I can handle being alone right now."

Soul nodded and stood up taking her with him, carrying her bridal style to his room before carefully depositing her on the bed. He climbed in after her, pulled the covers up around their necks and pulled her against his chest. Her nose brushed his collarbones and he buried his face in her hair.

"Good night Maka, this will all get better. I promise," he mumbled to her as he fell asleep.