Idea from Brightnail on Tumblr. GAHH! Her/His idea was amazing and then this was born so yeah.
Btw, I don't own teen wolf. Kinda obvious because if I did, STEREK. Nuff' said.
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"This…Is not actually happening right now, right?" Stiles asked aloud, as he and his father peered through the blinds at the street outside. That was currently crawling with ZOMBIES. Having read every issue of Walking Dead in existence, Stiles knew his shit. And those were definitely zombies. Gray-ish flesh, ripped, and rotting. They seriously needed some moisturizer or something…
Sherriff Stilinski nodded numbly. "Dad, what the hell are we gonna do?" Stiles asked, his voice uncomfortably high. He was so scared shitless right now, even more so than the first time Scott had wolfed out and nearly killed him. His dad stared for a few more seconds before stumbling away from the window and gulping down a few breaths.
"I-I don't know…" He mumbled, looking at the kitchen floor as if it was about to crack open and eat him up. Which, with all the crazy shit going on outside, didn't seem like such an extreme thought. Stiles looked back and forth from his father to the zombies a few times. His dad was actually…lost. He had absolutely no idea what to do for once. It was at that moment, Stiles was glad he hadn't stopped re-reading Walking Dead. Or ever stopped watching Romero movies… Stiles lunged away from the window and steeled himself before bitch-slapping his own dad across the face. He flinched as his dad gasped and stumbled to the side from the force of the blow. But the Sherriff turned to his son with a resolved face.
"Thanks," John (Stiles' dad) mumbled. Stiles nodded once and pulled out his phone, immediately dialing Allison. If anyone's family was more equipped to survive a Zombie Apocalypse it was the Argents. As much as he hated them, Allison not included, the Stilinski's needed their help. A lot.
"Stiles! Do you have any idea what the hell is going on? I tried calling Scott around a million times but he never answered! Stiles, I'm really worried!" Allison rambled, sniffling and slurring.
"Calm down, Allison, listen to me. Can you guys come over to my house? We're in desperate need of some assistance right now." He pleaded, hoping that Chris Argent would go for it. And Gerard, the wrinkly bastard. Allison sniffled again and breathed out a shaky, "Yeah, gimme a sec." Stiles sighed in relief and looked to his dad's confused expression.
"The Argents are coming to help…Hopefully." He informed. His dad nodded, said something about getting weapons, and then took off towards the stairs.
It was Chris that came back on the line. "We're on our way. You better have a plan, Stilinski." And then he hung up. Stiles sighed again and ran up the stairs after his dad. Peeking into his father's bedroom, he saw his dad looking through his gun-cabinet. Stiles ducked into his own room and froze. What was one supposed to wear while kicking Zombie ass? Well, something bad-ass obviously. Too bad, Stiles didn't really own any bad-ass clothes. So he settled on throwing on his warm, blood-red hoodie and zipping it up tight. He grabbed the bat from the corner of his room and swung it a few times, testingly, imagining cracking open a few Zombie-Skulls.
Hearing the sound of an assumingly-huge vehicle pull up outside, Stiles ran to the window and saw Chris Argent's big silver hummer. Awesome. Stiles ran across the hallway to his dad's door.
"They're here."
"Good." His dad snapped a shotgun shut and looked totally bad-ass in a bullet-proof vest. Stiles nodded his approval and they both took the steps two at a time to the front door and were at the hummer in seconds.
The second they were in, Stiles expected Chris to floor it, but he turned around in his seat and looked to Stiles.
"What's the plan?" He asked. Gerard shook his head and scoffed from the passenger seat like he couldn't believe they were taking orders from a sixteen year old. Stiles glanced at Allison, who looked like she was trying not to start bawling her eyes out.
"Go to Scott's. We need to see if he's okay." He said. Chris nodded and they were off.