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 pressed his lips into a light line as peters hand gripped his shoulders against the wood of the house.
"What are you doing?" The boy asks as cool at the wind spinning leaves into the air.
"What are you doing demanding instruction of our pack, you should've been gone by know, I don't know why my nephew even let you stay. Maybe than that damn thing wouldn't be back here." Peter snarled into Stiles's face.
The human only waving a hand before his nose pinching one eye shut in a snarky type response. "You could use a mint." Then he shoves at peters chest. "What does it matter anyways," a hand caught the older's shoulder as he spoke. "We're fixing it, and that thing, was already out here. Again not even half a mile away."
Peter was pulled back revealing Derek as he glared down the foot difference between the two. "What is your problem. You're human, you're gonna get yourself killed acting all high and mighty when we can crush your skull."
"But you won't, because you don't want more problems than you can handle. You have a garden, you prefer solitude and peacefulness. That's why that fucking thing is alive and just off your property. You don't want to deal with it as a pack." Stiles glared back not caring as he shoves an open hand toward the alpha on the tree line.
"You don't know what you're talking about." Derek snaps and lightly pokes Stiles's shoulder, shoving him slightly.
"I know enough, now get out of my way so I can deal with an issue you've avoiding." With that stiles shouldered past the alpha practically growling and dropped to his knee to pull out his wolfsbane, bullets, and knifes. "Help or don't I don't give a shit anymore."
Derek growled and moved to start at stiles again. Instead Deatons hand landed on his shoulder. The two made quick eye contact.
"Maybe we should trust the boy, listen to him. He seems to know what he's doing- I mean, he is running with an argent." Deatons hand gently taps at Derek's arm.
"Chris Argent is the brother of a lunatic."
"That is very true, but he's not the one who did wrong. All I'm saying is the argents, in their line of work, have been extremely successful." The human seemed pained to speak as he did.
Derek slapped off the man's hand with wide eyes. "You did not just say that to me." he growled.
"Derek-" the alpha moved to walk away as the vet tried to continue.
