Teen Wolf X Resident Evil
Working on the title"Alright, so we've got everything packed! After my shift I'll head over here, and we'll hit the highway!" Scott sums up the lengthy explanation Stiles had just given him.
"Yes, Scott. That's the plan." Stiles rolls his eyes as he shuts the trunk to his old, beat-up Jeep.
"I'm just double-checking, Stiles, jeez." Scott throws his arm over his best friend's shoulder, pulling him into an uncomfortable hug.
It's not uncomfortable because they're not close, but because Scott McCall, Sheriff of Raccoon City, is in full uniform with his belt, which is digging into Stiles's side. Allison, longtime friend, laughs at their antics, hugging Stiles from his other side.
"You're going to be late, Scott."
"Oh! Thanks!" Scott detangles himself and makes for the cruiser he'd driven over to the Stilinski household.
"See you when shift ends!" Scott gets into his cruiser and drives off.
"I swear your ex is a basket case." Stiles mock-glares at Allison, who still has her arm thrown over his shoulder.
"He's your best friend." she counters, shrugging and dropping her arms.
Stiles shrugs his shoulders, "Need a lift?"
"If you don't mind." Allison smiles, trying to sweet talk him into doing everything she wants.
"Hop in." He nods towards his jeep.
She smiles at him again, jumping into the passenger seat while the shorter-haired brunet climbs into the drivers' seat. He throws it in reverse and backs out of his one-car drive way and makes his way off Euston Street.
"How can you guys be planning a week-long trip and only have like three bags with you?!" Allison demands, glaring at the space behind her seat, which Stiles uses for storage.
"We're men. We need; five pairs of clothing, the shoes we're wearing, our wallets, and we're good." Stiles laughs at her sour face while he turns onto Mission Street.
"Thank you, Stiles." Stiles looks over at her, surprised by her serious tone.
"It's no problem. You don't live that far."
"I meant, thank you for being so understanding about…everything. After Scott and I broke up, I thought I'd be alone. You know I don't have that many friends."
"You have Lydia." Stiles alternates between looking at Allison in his passenger seat and the road in front of him.
"That's different. She doesn't like talking about…real things and- STILES LOOK OUT!"
Stiles looks ahead and swerves to avoid some ass hat standing in the middle of the road, but to no avail; he still hits the guy.
Hard.
When Stiles gets his car to screech to a halt, his left hand is in a white knuckle grip on the wheel and his right is thrown out to his right, in an instinct to protect Allison. He's breathing heavily, but he tries to calm himself and looks at Allison. Allison is pale and wide eyed, with her hands against the dash as if to brace herself.
"Oh my god, I think I've killed someone!"
Allison is undoing her seatbelt and is out the door before Stiles can say anything else. He sees her rush to the man he's hit via his passenger mirror. Something looks wrong as she kneels next to him. There's no way he should be alive – his neck is bent at an impossible angle and both legs are splayed in disgusting directions – and yet he's moving.
After getting his belt off, Stiles turns in his seat and grabs the Elephant Killer his father makes him take on their trip every year. He pushes his door open and makes his way over towards Allison and the man they'd – he'd – hit and keeps the gun hidden behind his back.
"Allison, come here for a second." Stiles's voice definitely does not raise a couple octaves as the guy tries to push himself up.
"Stiles' he's alive! We have to get him to a hospital!"
"And we will, just come here for a second!"
As Allison makes her way back to him, the man – and there is no way he could be alive and functioning because Stiles can see his fucking spleen falling out of a hole in his gut – starts crawling after her. Stiles leaps forward and grabs Allison as the man pushes himself to unsteady, broken feet.
"Oh my god!" Stiles has seen plenty of horrific things working as Head Nurse for Raccoon County Hospital, but this is beyond anything he's ever seen.
Allison turns around and screams, jumping back behind Stiles.
"What the hell!?"
"I don't know!"
"Is that a-"
"I don't know!" Stiles snaps as the thing tries to walk forward and crumples back onto the floor.
"Shoot it!"
"No!" Stiles shouts, sarcastic.
"Fucking shoot it before it gets up again!"
The once-man pushes himself up and reaches out towards them, "Stiles! Shoot it or I will!"
Stiles jumps as the thing lets out a ghastly shriek. Its eyes are almost completely white as they stare at the two of them hungrily. Stiles takes a deep breath and squeezes the trigger on his fathers' Magnum, splattering the things brains everywhere.
Stiles takes a deep breath again, trying to stop his hands from shaking.
"Stiles, we need to get in the car and go to the police station."
"And do what? Tell them I shot a Zombie!?"
"I don't know and don't say that!"
"Say what?"
"That word! The…Zed word."
"That's what is was Allison. That is what I would call the walking corpse I just shot."
"It was…not a walking corpse."
"Oh, I'm sorry. The crawling corpse. Is that better for you?"
"It wasn't a corpse!"
"It's spleen was hanging out!"
"Adrenaline can do wonders-"
"Not like that!"
"Look, lets' just call the police and – STILES LOOK OUT!" Allison tackles him out of the way as a car speeds past them and crashes into Stiles' Jeep.
"MY JEEP!" Stiles calls out, shocked.
"Are you okay, Stiles?" Allison asks, standing up.
"I'm fine, but m-"
"If you say my Jeep, I'm going to hit you!" Allison tells him.
"But – ugh – fine." Stiles stands up, too.
"Do you think they're still dead?" Allison asks.
"More than likely."
"Do you think they're…undead?"
"More than likely. Wait a minute…we can say undead but we can't say zombie!? And since when were you on the zombie ban-wagon, you just said -"
A blood curdling moan sounds from the other car.
"Okay, we need to go. Now." Allison pulls Stiles arm, trying to get him to walk.
"Wait! I need to get into the Jeep!"
"It's not worth it, whatever it is!"
"Allison, just – if anything gets out, shoot it!" Stiles shoves his fathers' gun into Allison's hands.
"Stiles!" The nurse ignores his friends words and goes around the crash to the back of his Jeep and throws out his bag, leaving Scott's where it is, and pulling out the small box of ammunition that was next to the gun under the seat.
Stiles pockets his keys and wallet as well as the ammunition before making his way back around to Allison.
"It can't get out of the car, but I really don't feel comfortable staying here, Stiles, we need to go."
"I know, I just had to get the ammo from the Jeep. This thing only has three shots left."
"You only have four bullets loaded?"
"It's for safety! I didn't think I was going to be surviving the fucking zombie apocalypse."
"You're so paranoid! You don't know it's an apocalypse-"
The zombie in the car moans again, spurring Stiles and Allison into motion. The two brunet's make their way down the street as quickly as they can, Allison looking in every direction as Stiles loads more bullets into his fathers' gun.
"How far until your house?" Stiles asks, placing the rest of the bullets back in his pocket and cocking the gun.
"Um, it depends."
"On what?"
"Do we start jumping fences or do we walk down the street."
"I'd say street."
"Four blocks. Maybe twenty minutes? If we run we could do it in…ten, fifteen?"
"Good thing we were in cross country." Stiles comments, smiling grimly.
"Yeah…good thing." Allison mutters as they start running down the streets.
"I haven't seen a single person all day!" Stiles comments.
"Yeah, until you crashed into one." Allison snips.
"I'm not living that down, am I?"
"If we live, no."
Ten minutes later has them entering Allison's loft, which sits above her family's gun store – which is convenient, Stiles thinks – and relaxing somewhat. Allison motions to the T.V. as she heads into the back of the house to do Stiles' doesn't know what.
Turning on the T.V. is unsettling because Channel 3 News is reporting multiple attacks of cannibalism being called in. Channel 8 News tells him that the highway has collapsed for unknown purposes. Channel 12 News tells him that Police are no longer answering or responding to calls. The guy on Channel 48 – who technically doesn't report news – tells him to stay inside and wait for law enforcement to come and get them. Stiles thinks he's an idiot because he once told people they could make glow sticks out of Mt. Dew and ammonia. Dumbass.
Stiles is shocked when Allison's house phone starts ringing. Stiles jumps on it, answering, "Hello?"
"Stiles? What are you doing at Allison's?"
"Um, emergency? Lydia?"
"Yeah, we need you here at the hospital! Things are going crazy! Everybody is sick and some of the patients are getting restless and bite-y." Allison walks back into the living room holding a ring of keys tightly to her chest.
"Have any of them bitten you, Lydia?"
"No, why?"
"Lydia, don't let any of them bite you, okay?"
"Of course not, Stiles. Why are you so freaked out?"
"You wouldn't believe me."
"Tell me, Stiles!"
"I just had to shoot a guy who was trying to eat Allison."
"Have you called the police?"
"His spleen was hanging out of his body. He was dead, Lydia."
"Are you trying to tell me he was a Zombie?"
"I'm not trying, Lydia. Look, I'll be there as soon as I can! We're going to have to hoof it 'cause my baby just got totaled and Allison's car has been in the shop for a week now."
"Fine, but if you're right and not crazy, be careful, Stiles. Take care of Allison."
"I know, Lydia. Just…stay there for as long as it's safe. If it gets un-okay -"
"Un-okay isn't a word, Stiles. But I'll be in the first floor lounge if things do get bad."
"Yeah, that sounds good. See you soon. I hope." Stiles hangs up and turns to Allison, who hands him an empty duffle bag.
"What's this for?"
"Weapons. If we're going back out there, we're going to need weapons."
"Smart. Good thing I know the owner of the store downstairs."
"Think she'll give you a discount?"
"Not a chance in hell." Stiles smiles at Allison as they make their way downstairs and into Argent's Gun Shop.