Here is the first one. Zombie AU, because I can't get enough of all the undead goodness.
Cold stung at the young man's cheek as he traveled quietly along the dark stretch of forest. The sky was clouded over making the world seem even bleaker. I better find a place to stay before it starts raining, he thought to himself as he scanned the field next to the woods.
After walking farther ahead he found himself in front of an abandoned cottage. It looked like it had been vacant for some time, which the boy didn't mind. It seemed every place he stayed was like that.
A year and a half before the United States army had created a virus that killed or mutated at least 90% of the human population. The last broadcast he could remember the virus had spread over to Europe and was killing people by the millions. Then the power had gone out.
A few people with rare genes had been immune to the virus that had spread so suddenly and rapidly across the globe.
The boy tried the door and found it unlocked. He brushed inside the dusty house and glanced around. Cobwebs hung eerily from the ceiling and the place had a regal feel to it.
It was decorated in red and black. Large velvet drapes fell over the large windows on the opposite side of the living room. A huge flat screen adorned the opposite wall, and weird chandeliers ornamented the ceiling.
"Weird taste," the boy mumbled under his breath. His voice was deep, and if he had a traveling companion they might find it soothing. Wandering the house he was relieved to find it had a well and gas tank.
He shuffled up the stairs, and slowly opened the doors along the halls, two bedrooms, two bathrooms and a small classy space at the end of the hall. He widened his blood red eyes at the sight of a glossy black grand piano standing imperially at the center of the room.
Strong hands gently caressed the instrument, wiping the thick layer of dust that covered the flawless wood. Memories flooded his mind, flickering behind his eyes.
He heard a loud crack resonating from the woods outside the window and his head snapped up. Fear and adrenaline coursed through his veins as he quickly looked beyond the curtain and out towards the woods.
The trees shielded whoever made the sound. He slipped out of the house with a handgun clutched tightly in his hand. He jogged quietly in the frozen air, padding as silently as possible through the dry leaves.
He hoped that it wasn't an infected person. But sense when did the infected use critical thinking. It would be impossible for them to use any sort of weapon, unless maybe somehow they made a dropped one accidently fire. There was always the possibility that it was someone that was uninfected, like him.
He delicately made his way to the source of the sound. One thing was for certain; the gunshot would bring more of them, many more. He had to figure out what made the sound and deal with it accordingly.
He trotted past a large group of maple trees clustered together when he saw her. Ashen hair fell delicately from pig-tails, her face was flushed from exertion and pain. She was propped up against a tree, passed out, clutching her ankle, which Soul could see from here, was an angry red and swelling to the point of overflowing her boot.
Next to her on the ground at least twenty feet away was the body of a disfigured man. His eyes were blood shot and crusted blood was around his lips. Body was lean and his clothes were holey and ragged despite the cold temperature. His body was covered in gaping holes that no living person would be able to survive. He had obviously been infected.
Soul's paranoid ears could almost hear the infected running towards him, slobbering and growling in a feral manner. He should go back. The house was almost half a mile away and he couldn't afford to take the girl with him, he would have to carry her because she obviously couldn't walk.
He had begun to walk away from the injured girl, had even begun to jog. But the image of her petite body being ripped apart, of her screams made him turn around and run back.
"I was obviously not built for this world," he growled. He slid his arms under her legs and in the crook of her neck. He lifted her up bridal style when he heard the sound of moaning and growling through the trees.
He ran with her, her head was resting on his shoulder. He could hear her whimpering quietly. He would think she was cute if not for the fact that he was running for both of their lives.
When the house came into view he could hear the sound of the infected running behind him. He dashed up the small slope to get to the house and just as he reached the door he felt a cold, dead hand grasp the back of his shirt.
He fell forward hitting the ground hard. The girl fell from his arms and rolled forward, moaning. He turned around to see the infected looming over him and biting at his face.
He kicked forward; sending the rotting man stumbling forward. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his pistol. With expertise he quickly undid the safety and fired. The infected's head exploded and he was sent tumbling back.
Down the hill he could see others shuffling up the hill towards him. Wasting no more time he turned around, scooped the girl up and slammed the door. He looked down when he heard a sigh.
Half lidded, vibrant, green eyes stared up at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her cute, pink lips were pursed. "Are you an angel?" she asked quietly.
"What?" he hissed. But the door needed to be locked and the zombies were close and getting closer. He swiftly locked the door and pulled the curtains over all the windows, effectively covering the place from the prying eyes of the undead.
After the area was secure Soul turned his attention back to the girl. She was passed out again, her hair splayed across the expensive hard wood floor. Grumbling, Soul picked her up again, this time more gentle, and carried her over to the maroon couch over in the corner of the room.
After he settled her down he got out his worn medical supply case out of his bag. He grabbed thick rapping and some ibuprofen. He tried to pull her boot off but found that because of the swelling, the boot was stuck.
Soul grabbed some scissors out of his bag and cut the boot loose, careful to stay away from the angry swollen skin. He tried to assess what damage had occurred but the swelling was so bad that it was hard to tell. If he had to guess he would say badly sprained, perhaps broken.
He sat for a while and put some cool water in a bag on her ankle. Sitting next to her on the couch he was finally able to get a good look at the young lady. She looked about eighteen to twenty, a little younger that him. She was small in stature and had a petite frame, but he noticed, with a little guilt, that she had beautiful legs and a pert ass.
Slowly her green eyes opened and this time they lacked the haze of pain induced unconsciousness. She took in her surroundings quickly and sat up but grimaced as pain shot through her.
"Where am I?" she hissed through gritted teeth. She tried to sit down but Soul just pushed her back down.
"Watch it, dick," she growled.
"Hey, I just saved your dumb ass life," Soul spat, ruby eyes narrowing.
Her eyes grew and confusion blanketed over her face. But the memory must have come back to her because she her face softened and her emerald eyes looked down at her lap. "Thanks," she mumbled lightly.
Soul grinned and handed her a glass and two ibuprofen pills. "All is forgiven, Tiny Tits. Now take these will ya?"
And the glare was back, but she took the pills anyway. "If I could stay here until I can walk, I'll be out of your hair as soon as possible."
Soul wanted to say she could stay with him longer, why he could not explain. He chalked it up to the fact that he had traveling on the road alone for the past 2 or 3 months, hell he couldn't remember when his brother had turned. Never the less he nodded and got up off the couch.
"I'm Maka by the way," she said from behind him. He turned around to see her with her hand stuck out, smiling tiredly. "Maka Albarn."
"Soul," he said, taking her hand in his own calloused one. "Soul Evans. But you can just call me Soul Eater if you like," He said grinning in what felt like the first time in months.
"Its nice to meet a fellow survivor, Soul."
He decided that he liked the sound of his name on her lips more than anything.