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 crouched besides Lydia, the girl curled up into Aiden's chest carefully bowing her forehead into his heartbeat in a calming manner. Again he lifted himself up adjusting the strap of his gun over his shoulder and turned toward the front door. Deaton had told him it was safe, but he still positioned watches just in case, especially with the other group, or pack, or whatever they call themselves up stairs. Scott says a few of them are awake in the house as well. About 10 others were in the house besides their little group.
Stiles slowly pulled open the door with a soft sigh, his heart in a slow version of his normally fast speed. Scott looks at him worried as the human offers a hand inside to switch positions.
"It's cold out there." Scott states softly.
"I'll live." His brother returns quickly. "Anything?" He questions, one word saying every worry.
Scott shakes his head. Looking stiles up and down, who stares out the door almost expectantly, he catches the small marks on his arm, the worry lines in his forehead, and sadness in his eyes.
"Great." He whispers, Scott almost not catching it.
"You know it wasn't your fault." The wolf starts softly as he crosses his arm. He shifts his weight watching Stiles's hand fall free from the door nob handle.
