AU: Zombie Apocalypse
Pairing: FredHermione
What Lies Ahead
Fred peered out of the window, slack-jawed. Hermione, on the other hand, was peeling around him, haphazardly throwing some of their belongings in suitcases before rushing into the kitchen and reappearing with her hands filled with tinned food.
"Fred, come on!" she said urgently. She put the food into a box and thrust it towards him, before returning to the kitchen to retrieve bottled water. "We need to take what we can and get to the car."
"Huh?" He couldn't take his eyes off the street outside, where he thought he could see their crotchety neighbour, Filch, viciously ripping into a man's neck with his teeth. Fred could hear the screams from inside. "What?"
Hermione tore him away from the window, snapping her fingers in his face to get his attention.
"It's got to be some kind of infection," she said quickly, sounding confused. "Some kind of disease. But it's clearly infectious. We need to leave. Surely the government has set up some kind of quarantine area…"
"You think that's a disease?" The scene he'd seen could only be described as carnage. The people out there looked monstrous, not sick. It felt, Fred thought, like some kind of nightmare. "What the hell kind of disease is that?"
She frowned. "Well, what else could it be?"
"Dunno. Looks like the end of the fucking world to me." But saying the words out loud had flipped a switch in him. "Oh god. We need to get to George. And what about Mum and Dad? And Gin and—"
"Yeah, we do," Hermione interrupted. She grasped the suitcase handle in her hand tightly, her knuckles going pale. Then she looked toward their front door. "We just need to get to the car first."
The car. Which was parked outside. Where all those people gnawing at each other were.
"Fuck."
