(Author's Note)
Not sure whether I should be ashamed of this or not..I was in the mood for writing something with zombies, and this came up. Plus, other people have been writing Hawaii Five-0 with zombies, so..I joined in.
This will be weird since I have no experience with zombies whatsoever, I mean, besides watching my brother's play Left 4 Dead. That's pretty much it. So, I'm sorry if this isn't up to par with your expectations of zombies. I will use Wikipedia. This is going to be cliché, just warning you.
I don't blame you if you hate it, by the way.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-0. If I did, you would see me in it. I would be the slash obsessed stalker of Danny and Steve. That sounds so fun..
Danny Williams stared at the green tinged skin of the man who was lurching toward him, arms stretched out, moans coming from the mouth. "What the hell?" he asked, beginning to back away.
"Hey! Man, it's not Halloween yet! It's not even close! Move away now, please." The man ignored his request, still lurching toward him. Behind this person, more of these people were coming toward him.
He pulled his fire-arm from his holster and pointed it at the person. "Move back or I will shoot you in the head," he threatened. More moans came from the open mouth. This was starting to freak Danny out. He had only come to the grocery store for milk and binge ice cream! Instead, he came upon a group of weirdos dressed as rather convincing zombies.
He groaned for a moment, then turned his safety off. "One more step, man." The 'zombie' moved one more step, then several more. "Geez," Danny muttered to himself. He reached out for the man, grabbing him by the shirt collar and pulling him close. The man's mouth opened in a wide grimace before moving toward Danny's arm.
"What the hell are you doing?" Danny asked, pulling his arm back. The man groaned again, bathing Danny with foul breath. Danny then noticed the blood stains on the man's clothes and the missing pieces of flesh on his arms.
Danny's mind whirred, trying to come up with a logical conclusion for this. The only thing his mind could come up with was, zombie apocalypse. "No freaking way," he breathed, before punching the zombie man in the face. The man had been way too close. The man's nose made a sickening crunch and he fell over. Danny watched him as he tried to get up, arms still outstretched. It was rather comical and the man reminded Danny of a turtle trying to get back on its feet.
Danny glanced up and noticed the group of zombies were moving closer. He decided it was a good time to be running away.
When Danny got home, he sprinted up the stairs, opened his apartment door, and locked it behind him. He moved into his bedroom, grabbing a suitcase and filling it with things he deemed 'essential.' Toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, razor, shaving cream, and several other toiletries were tossed into the bag. Then he put several changes of clothes in.
He headed into the kitchen, grabbing beer from the fridge, nonperishable cans of food, crackers and chips, and bottles of water. His eyes fell on the fridge door. There was a picture drawn by Grace, of the two of them. "Oh shit..Grace," he breathed, his heart beating more rapidly than before. He wanted to call Rachel right now, but decided that it was the time for packing things. When he was in the car he would call.
He finished packing things up before heading back to the bedroom. He reached under the bed coming back with a gun safe. He entered the combination and opened it, pulling out a shotgun and ammo. "How cliché," he murmured, pocketing the ammo.
He grabbed his suitcase, then darted to the front door. He opened it, poked his head out, figured it was safe, then ran down the stairs, being careful not to trip. He got to his car and unlocked it, stuffing his crap in the passenger seat. He looked around his apartment complex. It was so quiet.. as movies would put it, too quiet.
He got into his car, turning it on and driving out of the complex. He decided that he would go to the station and hope to find his team.