A/N: Sorry for being late. I've been working A LOT (forced into volunteering at Johns Hopkins Hospital by my mom) so I haven't had a lot of time. Plus I've been re-watching Walking Dead season 4. I'll be writing a fic for that, too, btw. Daryl centric of course, cuz he's the best…
Chapter Three: Beacon Hills is in the Kill Zone
Stiles stared in utter shock, his eyes wide and breath coming in quick.
"What…are you two…"
He didn't finish.
Or more like he couldn't finish. His eyes trailed down to his dad's corpse, and he closed his eyes, his head shying away as he brought up the back of his hand to his mouth, trying to keep back vomit. Derek gently placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him away from the mess.
"Derek, we gotta go!" Scott called, staring down the undead that slowly dragged themselves closer to the trio. Derek moved his hand to Stiles' back, and the other holding his wrist as he swiftly pulled him along. "Stiles, let's go." he said soothingly, and quiet.
Who knew Derek had the capability to be this nice… Stiles thought as Derek walked fast, Stiles keeping the same pace. Soon, all three of them were running, Stiles' mind drifting away from the image of his father, and to surviving.
Surviving was all that mattered. Stiles saw that now, more than ever.
They rounded the corner and ran into the gas station. It was completely empty, and within the few minutes of the apocalypse, most of the food and drinks were gone, leaving only a few bags of chips and candy bars left. Scott moved to grab them, snatching them off the shelves and tossing them to Derek. Stiles walked over to help as Derek jumped behind the counter, searching for anything to help.
"Dude, it's alright. Just relax. We got this." Scott said, staring over to Stiles. His hands were shaking. "Just sit down."
Stiles shook his head shortly, glancing downward at his feet. "No, I'm fine. Everything's fine. I'm alright."
He rambled on, continuously saying he was okay, which worried Scott more. He stopped grabbing the bars and gently placed them on a shelf. He roughly grabbed both of Stiles' shoulders, shaking him lightly.
"Stiles, sit down. You're dad just died. Take a break."
Derek looked from over the counter, motioning to Scott to bring him over. Scott nodded and started walking. Stiles followed, still staring at the floor.
"But you two…you're fine. And you don't know if your family's alive or not…" Stiles finally broke contact with the tile, looking directly into Scott's eyes.
"My mom's dead. I had to shoot her, too." Scott nearly whispered, his voice cracking slightly.
Stiles tore away from him, backing up into the glass doors. He threw his hands up, then dropped them back down, slapping them against his legs as he began to laugh. "You two are perfectly fine! Look at you, both being the heroes, helping the poor kid who just lost his daddy! I'M FINE!" Stiles screamed, his knuckles cracking in his balled up fists.
Glass behind him shattered and a decaying hand reached through a hole in the door, grabbing Stiles', it's hand wrapping over his chest roughly. Stiles jumped and tried to squirm away, but the arm's strength was incredible, grabbing his side with a harsh grip. Stiles could feel his ribs bruising as the zombie pulled his body closer to the door. A head smashed against the cracked glass, teeth chomping. Luckily the door was holding its own, enough for Derek and Scott to practically teleport over. Derek grabbed Stiles around the waist, and Scott ripped the arm from the body of the zombie.
Scott backed away as Stiles fell sideways into Derek's arms, and Derek stood up and sat quietly as Stiles slowly evened out his gasps.
"You okay?" Scott asked.
Stiles stood for a moment, before shrugging off Derek and wandering to the opposite of the store, slamming open the bathroom door and letting it crash close behind him.
Scott licked his lips anxiously, and Derek placed his hands on his hips.
"He's not okay…" Derek stated. Scott nodded. "Yeah, I know. But he doesn't want any help. So what can we do?"
Derek opened his mouth, but the built in radio crackled, echoing through the way-too-quiet store. Both Derek and Scott glanced up.
"From this point forward, Kill Zones will be abandoned, and all those left in Kill Zones will be left as a necessary sacrifice for humanity. Noted Kill Zones are as follows; Nevada, New Mexico, Texas, Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Utah, Montana, California. For your convenience, all attempts to get to the eastern coast may save your life. Head in that direction. Good luck and may your gods be with you…"
The radio cut out. Derek glanced to Scott with fear in his eyes.
The moans of the undead could be heard in the distance.
A/N: Kay…that's a wrap. Hope you're enjoying.