Stiles fiddled with the lantern and grumbled softly, hitting the bottom. Seraphina sighed and dug around in her backpack, pulling out a container of batteries. Stiles glanced up at her and took the batteries, swapping them out.
The pair flinched at the bright light and he dimmed it, blinking as he looked around. "Oh, hell yeah, jackpot!"
Seraphina flicked his ear and softly huffed. "Don't yell. They're still in the area."
He flinched and nodded slightly. "Sorry, got it. Gotta love apocalypse preppers."
She nodded and looked around, leaning back against the steel wall. They had been on the run for months, keeping on the move and surviving off of whatever they could scavenge. The virus tore through the cities and the countryside didn't stand much of a chance after that.
According to their map, they were somewhere around the northern border of Oregon, having stayed near the coast and simply went north. They agreed to meet up with the others in Washington if they got separated, since the Hale family apparently had a cabin there. They'd gotten separated a few months back and were slowly making their way further north.
Currently, the couple was holed up in a bunker with a dozen or so undead above them. The bunker was surprisingly roomy with a bunkbed in the corner and a shelving unit filled with bottles of water and canned food. A record player sat on a small table with a box of records under it.
Stiles snagged a can of beans and attached the can opener, twisting it open. "At least we can have a good dinner."
Seraphina nodded and flipped through the records. "That's the main thing. And a good nights' sleep."
Stiles nodded and grabbed another can, reading the label. "Oh hell yeah, fruits too."
Seraphina smiled slightly and slid a record out of a case, setting it on the platter. "That's good. Haven't had those in a while."
Stiles nodded and opened the can. "Only went bad two months ago too."
Seraphina rolled her eyes and set the needle on the record, smiling widely when it played. "That's better. Hopefully won't attract too many more of those things."
Stiles shook his head and opened two bottles of water, setting them down. "It should be fine, these things are pretty sound proof. Well, tada, dinner."
Seraphina smiled and sat across from him, taking a plastic spoon to eat some peaches. "Thanks."
He smiled slightly and started eating the pork and beans. "At least it's quiet."
She nodded and sipped some of the juice. "It is. And safe."
He nodded and offered her the can, trading with her. "Wonder how the others are doing."
She shrugged and ate a spoonful of the pork and beans. "I'm sure they're fine. Alice liked all those survival games and zombie books. She'll know how to take care of everyone."
He smiled slightly and rubbed his eye. "Yeah, that's right. And dad's with her, he won't let anything happen to her."
She nodded and scooted over to him, hugging his shoulders. "Mr. Argent is with them too. He's got enough ammunition for a small army."
He nodded and sniffled, hugging her waist. "Yeah, he does. I don't think you need to call him Mr. Argent anymore though."
She smiled slightly and nodded, swaying them to the soft jazz music. "I can't help it."
He nodded and nuzzled her shoulder. "Think we'll make it?"
She rubbed her nose with her sleeve and nodded. "We will, we have to. Everyone's probably waiting for us. We did get stuck for a week in Damascus, remember?"
He nodded and sniffled softly, mumbling, "I hope everyone's okay. The radio hasn't buzzed or anything in weeks."
She nodded and gently squeezed him. "I know, Stiles. You've still got me. We're still alive and together."
He nodded and lightly kissed her. "I love you, Sera."
She nodded and returned the kiss, smiling slightly. "I love you too, Stiles. We'll make it, I promise."
He nodded and tucked her close, burying his face in her neck. She held him close and softly hummed along, the music filling the room. They would make it and they would survive one way or another. They'll make it.
