Idk if anyone's ever written something like this, but it sounds pretty cool in my head.
Sterek and zombies. Zombie apocalypse. And yes there are still werewolves/Coyotes/ect., but that's it, no other supernatural's. The werewolves healing abilities...
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Stiles Stalinski spins in place sweeping his eyes over the space quickly as the others do the same. Scott McCall sniffing and keeping his back close to his human step-brother as Lydia Martin clings to Jackson Whitmore's arm, and their two boyfriends, Ethan and Aiden Steiner, at their sides. Amber Coul holds out her machete toward the woods as a dead groan interrupts the silence.
"We need to get moving, we don't know which way is clear." An older man, Chris Argent, spoke ready and snappy.
"Yeah yeah I know old man, I'm just trying to figure out this map." Kira Yukimara grumbled somehow making the words sweet as she crosses off another part of the map.
"Here let me see it." David Stoore offers up a hand toward the woman, she passed the booklet map and points out where she thinks they are. The two quickly figuring out that she'd been looking on the wrong side of a river they'd been following the line of.
"Got it." Kira smiles. "Thank you, that town you were talking about should be right up ahead north argent. It's a bit of miles but should be a straight shot from here."
Stiles hums at those words, finally sticking his nose into the conversation. "Good, pair off in three for know," the 19 almost 20 year old swerved his head over to breaking branches as a rotting corpse stumbles out.
"On it." Ethan growls and easily ducks past the male bag of bone to then slash his claws into the base of its scull then lets it topple to the floor.
He, Aiden, Scott, and Jackson were all werewolves. Kira a Kitsune, Only Scott was the alpha of those five.
"We need water and maybe a bit of a hunt," stiles spares a glance toward Allison Argent, Chris's daughter, as she shifted her weight besides her father and Stiles's parents, Noah Stalinski and step mother Malissa. The woman nods at him. "Good," he raises his thumb to the sky and positions it blocking a star. He then follows his thumb down and points off to his left. "That ways north, we're gonna be heading away from the river know, so if you leave the group be carful."
Lydia clears her throat letting down her cherry blonde locks and retying them up in a messily perfect bun almost instantly again. "Is it smart to do that right know?" She starts planting her hands to her hips. "We have a clear shot to the town."
"Right. But who here has water enough for..." stiles trails off gesturing a hand out receiving the booklet map. "About 4 or five miles north, without a water supply to refresh." He finishes as he looks over the pages. Then looking up to Lydia's eyes when no one speaks up.
