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 jumped up stumbling on a ground lift. The boy quickly caught Allison as she tripped falling a bit behind. Stiles raised his small revolver toward a close by corpse, snapping a quick shot before Allison pushed up and out of his arm, spinning and swinging her leg in a high kick right into another corpses head. The two humans grinned at one another before following with the rest of the group. Aiden's howl interrupts, then comes his brother barreling back and tackling the corpse trying to get at his throat off.
Stiles gasped as his group-member rolled off the side of a dip feet from where Aiden jumped to his feet. The group rounded to a stop, corpses groans surrounding them, both stiles and Amber started off instantly after Ethan. Despite stiles yelling at the girl to fall back as she only had a hand weapon while stiles had a gun. Amber slid her way down the lip before being caught around the waist by stiles, the human swinging them around and shoving her into the ground with a heavy glare. Then turning again as he raised his gun stiles shot to the corpse Ethan was currently fighting, then another coming one.
Amber shouldered into stiles as she shoved past him despite both him and Ethan telling her to stay back. Instead the woman caught her machete into an attacking corpses head, then spun to kick a second which quickly took hold of her leg. Stiles raised his gun shooting the rotting body as Amber's blade swung down and slashed off the corpses hand. Aiden quickly helped his brother from the dip and called for stiles and Amber to hurry up and follow, the density of the dead getting stronger as they lingered.
"On it. Amber go." Stiles immediately directed the woman as he gently grabbed her arm pulling her forward.
"Don't you ever!" She yelled and snatched her arm from his hold. "Ever again! Get physical with me, Stiles. We are not friends anymore, we are not a couple or anything but surviving together."
"Then learn to follow orders Amber. We've only a few bullets and aid, we don't exactly have the ability to spare weaponry. You have a close, hand, weapon, a defense weapon, Amber."
"I will not, follow orders from you." The woman's words held so much malice it almost hurt stiles to listen, he even winced. The incident was his fault, he gave the order. He didn't know enough to send them off, he should've waited, but waiting was more dangerous at that point.
"Guys! We need to go." Scott yelled over the ridge leaning down and offering his hand. Amber glanced at the hand then stiles, who was expectantly watching her.
"Please just go up." A small groan, clearly distant, sounded sending a quick shiver up Stiles's back. This was not an ideal position.
