Stiles didn't know how long they were sitting there for.

Scott was still leaning against him, whimpering into Stiles' t-shirt. All Stiles could think about was the fireball still ablaze half a mile behind them.

The look on Kira's and Parrish's face as they scrambled out of the car as quick as they could, and then they were gone.

The image of Scott being pushed through the air and the way he crumbled once he saw the wreckage of the car.

Two.

That was now two people that Scott loved and he had to watch them both die. It wasn't fair.

The sound of a branch breaking ahead of him caused Stiles to snap back to reality. He tensed up. The sound of something shuffling on the leaves below.

"Sh." Stiles barely whispered to Scott. Scott lifted his head up as he caught on to what Stiles could here. They were frozen.

They saw something appear in the corner of their eyes but they didn't move. The two boy's hearts began to race as they saw a zombie shuffle through the bushes, its eyes focused on the orange flames still visible through the trees. It was curious, the boys could see and it began to move faster.

They watched the creature approach the fire, yells and snarls escaping its mouth. Another zombie approached the other, both engrossed in this humungous ball of flames in front of them.

Stiles turned to Scott, making no sudden movements or noises. He glared at his best friend before Scott looked around.

Scott felt for his pocket, relieved he still had the gun. Stiles clocked on and nodded at his best friend after checking he still had his weapon, too.

"You take Lydia. I'll guard you both." Scott almost mimed, his voice barely heard. Stiles' heart began to pump even harder before he nodded to his best friend.

Taking one more look around, Stiles quietly changed his stance into a crouch and slid his arms underneath Lydia's back. She was still out cold, but he could feel her pulse.

Scott helped Stiles balance Lydia in his arms before they rose quietly. The alpha slid his hand into Stiles' pocket and retrieved the gun, making sure both weapons were off of safety and ready to fire if need be. He hoped they would be able to slip away with no problem. Firing a gun meant more attention on them.

Stiles began to walk slowly, Lydia firmly in his grasp and her body limp. Stiles shivered. He felt like he was carrying a dead body and it made him want to heave. She needed to wake up.

Scott followed in pursuit, one gun pointed in the area of the two creatures still staring at the fire and the other gun in the direction Stiles was walking.

Stiles kept his eyes on the trees straight ahead, his body tense. He could hear the blood pumping around his skull and his heart was beating so fast it hurt.

He failed to notice the branch beneath his foot. It snapped, the sound echoing off of the trees.

The two boys froze. Scott stared at the two zombies as they lifted their heads up at the sound. Scott silently begged to himself as they turned around, staring straight in their direction.

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut as the sweat dripped down his face. Oh god.

Something fell off of the what was left of the car and hit the ground, gaining the attention of the zombies once more. They let out a yell before discovering what it was.

Scott pushed against Stiles' shoulder lightly, letting him know to keep going. Relief swam through Stiles as he began to step forward again.

They managed to get as far as a mile until the glare from the fire wasn't visible anymore. Stiles couldn't see a single thing. He wasn't even sure what he was walking towards.

Ensuring himself that Scott was using his other eyes to check for any life form around them, Stiles swallowed and pulled in his lips as he kept on walking.

Before he knew it, Scott's hand was over his mouth. He'd seen something. Something was there.

Stiles looking around frantically but he couldn't see a thing. And then he heard it. The growling. The sound was so close to his ears. It was right in front of him. He could feel it breathing into his face.

The boys remained frozen. Stiles was so aware of Lydia in his arms, her legs and head dangling and all he wanted to do was spin around so the zombie couldn't get her but he couldn't move. What did he do. He was begging Scott to do something, anything.

And then the sound of Scott's gun fired through the air and Stiles felt blood splatter all of his face. He felt bile rise in his throat.

"Run." Scott breathed before the boys sprinted for their lives. They ran as fast as their legs could take them, their hearts pounding against their chests as the sound of zombies screaming out echoed around them. They kept on running until the moon's light was visible around them, letting them finally see their surroundings.

They were running past Derek's old house. It all fell into place in Scott's head as to where they were. "Straight ahead! Deaton's clinic is close."

They continued to sprint. Stiles could feel his chest heaving but he kept on running as fast as his legs could carry him.

A zombie appeared to the left of Stiles and before he could react, Scott had shot it down. Each bullet shot sounded like it was echoing for miles and it terrified the boys. They could of had hundreds of creatures chasing after them for all they knew.

Stiles was gasping for air, Lydia's legs hitting against his hip but he could see a street light in the distance and somehow he managed to speed up.

They'd reached a road and they'd never been so relieved in their entire lives but they didn't stop running. They sprinted down the freeway, dodging cars that had been abandoned. Stiles lifted Lydia's head and legs as high as he could to prevent her colliding into any open car doors. They ran and ran and ran until Stiles' vision started to blur but they had to get to safety. He had to get Lydia somewhere safe.

The animal clinic.

It was on the corner of the next street.

Stiles turned as he ran to make sure Scott was there and his heart fell onto the floor. Ten, maybe twenty zombies. Chasing them.

"Stiles, keep going! Go through the back door!" Stiles heard Scott yell and more gunshots flew through the air, defeaning Stiles. He was speeding towards the clinic fast. He could see the back door. More gunshots.

Stiles was almost there. He jumped onto the pathway and almost flew into the back door. His hand grabbed hold of the door handle and pulled. It was locked.

Stiles turned back to look for Scott. He was turnng every two seconds to take another zombie down. There were five left.

Stiles banged against the door, pulling and pulling at the handle until he screamed out Deaton's name.

"Deaton, open the door! It's us! It's Stiles, open the door! Please!" Stiles' mind was whirling. What if Deaton wasn't there? What were they going to do?

"It's Stiles, Deaton! Open the door! Open the door!"

Stiles turned to Scott. Two zombies left, but more could be on their way. Hundreds more.

"Deaton, I'm begging you!" Stiles felt tears forming in his eyes. "Open the-"

The door swung open. Stiles stumbled back before he laid eyes on Deaton standing there, panic covering his face.

"Get in!"

Stiles swallowed, relief almost knocking him back before he skimmed past Deaton and ran through the back of the clinic, carrying Lydia through to Deaton's office. He placed Lydia on the table before running back through. He stood next to Deaton and glared outside, his eyes landing on Scott as the alpha shot the last zombie down.

Scott ran towards them at full speed before a zombie appeared on his right and knocked him down.

Stiles couldn't breathe. He pushed past Deaton and ran. "Scott!"

A bullet flew straight past Stiles before he could even blink and went straight through the zombie's head.

Scott pushed the creature off of him hurredly before staring down at his wrist. He felt his brain stop functioning as he stared at the bite mark. No.

"Scott, are you alright?!" Scott's head snapped up at the sound of his best friend's voice and he scrambled to his feet, pulling the arm of his shirt all the way down to his hand.

"I'm fine, get inside!"

Stiles halted as he reached Scott, breathing heavily as he grabbed the alpha's shirt. "Jesus Christ, I thought you were gonna get-"

"I'm okay. Come on, go." Scott pushed Stiles and they ran back towards Deaton who was placing his gun back into his trousers. Scott fell back slightly as Stiles leaped through the doors. It had been twelve seconds. He was going to turn.

Fourteen. He glared at Deaton waiting for him at the door.

Sixteen. The blood was seeping through his shirt.

Eighteen. This was it.

"Scott! Come on!" Scott snapped his head up at Deaton, his mind spinning. What?

Scott stared at the vetinarian. Why wasn't he changing?

"Scott!"

Scott looked around him, confused and bewildered before he rushed towards Deaton. He glared up at his boss, panic and so many questions spinning around in his head.

Deaton frowned at the were-wolf. "Are you alright?"

Scott stepped into the clinic before Deaton slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Y-yeah." Scott muttered, staring down the hall of the clinic. Deaton moved past him and headed into the back.

"In here, Scott."

Scott stared after Deaton before he disappeared. He moved the sleeve of his shirt and glared at the bite mark, making sure he really saw it. It was there. It wasn't healing.

Scott frowned, feeling like his brain would explode with confusion.

Why hadn't he turned?