Stiles began his mad dash down the hallway, trying not to focus on the walls streaked with blood or the discarded intestines resting on the floorboards. The once yellow wallpaper was now marred with red hand prints and and splatters of blood. He passes the girl, the one whose scream he heard, or what was left of her at least. She was missing a throat and seemed to have been repeatedly bitten and chewed, judging by the state of he stomach. The corridor lights were flickering eerily, going dark before shining on again. The process repeated, frightening Stiles more and more each time, for he feared each flicker would be the bulbs last.

Still sprinting for all he was worth (thank you Coach Finstock), he was just rounding the corner when he came face to face with the snapping jaws of a zombie. It's head was partially caved in, the mass of tissue inside looked like blended rabbit, bloody and meaty. Stiles quickly backtracked, dropping his bag in the process. The creature surged forward, and in a moment of panic, Stiles brought up his bat and proceeded to beat the monster with it.

He hit the creature in the head, causing it to go down. Seeing if fall didn't stop him, not even for a moment. Stiles pulled out the bat with a wet squelch, and hit the zombie again. And Again. And again. He beat it until the corpse was unidentifiable as human, now it looked only like blood, bone and tissue. Seeing what he had done, Stiles took a step back and grabbed his bag. he pulled the strap up on his shoulder, not daring to look at the freshest blood splatters now decorating the wall and himself, and resumed movement.

Continuing on, but at a slower pace this time, Stiles tried to make his way down to the ground level where his Jeep awaited him. Purposefully listening for any noises besides the screaming of the zombie's victims, the whiskey eyed boy made his way. Opening the door to the stairwell, Stiles rushed down them three at a time, after seeing they were void of the beasts.

After reaching the bottom, and quite quickly might he add, Stiles hesitated at the door to the outside. To the parking lot.

See, contrary to popular belief, zombies don't groan, they don't even make any particularly loud or specific noises, bar the shuffling of sometimes missing and/or broken feet. I mean, why would they? Half of them were missing throats, and all of them were dead (right?), they don't really seem like the bunch you'd have to file noise complaints on. Stiles should know, his dad's the sheriff. God Stiles, shouldn't think about his dad. He'll make it back to the sheriff, he has to.

Letting the thought of his father fuel his resolve, Stiles swung the door to the lot open with a hiss. Damn, he had never noticed how badly that door needed oil. Remember what I said about zombies not making a whole lot of noise? Yeah, well, that's why Stiles just opened the door to a large congregation of the undead. Fuck his life.

The zombie's heads snapped to his location after the door opened. Maybe not so dead after all. After a moment of pure, unadulterated silence, the creatures snapped to attention and raced after the human. Hefting his bat, Stiles swung it at the closest zombie, successfully stunning it, and took off to where he parked his Jeep.

He finally found it after agonizing minutes of searching, weaving and silent stabbing. Jumping into the car and starting the ignition with fumbling hands, Stiles peeled off out of the infested parking lot. Unable to relax, nor release any amount of tension from his body, Stiles held his breath. He was far from being in the clear, a fact which was reminded to him as he sent a creature flying as he rammed it with his beloved Jeep.

"Sorry baby" Stiles apologized to his car "Shit Roscoe, what are we gonna do?". He was suddenly feeling a wave of hopelessness, a feeling which was only reinforced by the vast amount of zombies lining the streets of New York. Well duh, what else could he expect? It was one of the most heavily populated cities in the world. Why did he move here again?

Stiles would bet his life that Beacon Hills was free of flesh-eating monsters, well except for Peter that is. He knew he should have stayed when Derek asked him to. If he did, then he wouldn't be stuck traveling across the country pursued by killer corpses. What even is his life?

Getting his head back to the matter at hand, Stiles considered his options. Stay and hide in the busy city over running with zombies, or leave the city and head back to beacon hills to see his family and friends? Hmmm, tough choice.

So he had to get out of the city, and fast. Let's just hope to all things holy (not that Stiles actually believed in them) that he would survive. How about he prays the Fairy Queen? Stiles knows for a fact she exist, and she likes him too. He did save the life of her and all her subjects, so he did see why she enjoys his existence. Other than his amazing personality and hot bod that is.

He just needs to avoid zombies and leave the city. How hard can it be?