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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Once finally reaching back to the house Derek pointed himself, Scott and stiles in the right direction of Erica's group. The three cross the side yard, in its wide expanse, and enter the woods. They veer off the left when another long howl matched the first.
Derek is quick to slow down and lean back his head, he howls and signals himself and his group, more so for the other groups rather than letting Erica know where they were. Obviously because Derek ducks under a branch and nearly runs directly into Allison's back. The woman does not seem happy with the motion, but she doesn't comment when stiles follows the alpha into the small clearing.
Quickly Derek's eyes snap to the small lump of blue, hunkered by a large oak tree. Erica shifts to Derek's side and moves to grip the alphas shoulder. "Derek, he's shifted and I can't get to him." She stares. Next through he trees, behind their group, comes Boyd's group. And with them the twins.
"I can get to him-" Derek starts before a hand grips his shoulder Ana drugs on him. The alpha throws a hand back and shoves stiles away, his eyes red and a growl o. The tip of his tongue.
"I think she meant literally." Stiles snaps without worrying about the aggressive response from Derek. "There's a reason he's shifter Derek." The teen quickly points up at the purple flowers hanging on small strings from the trees branches. "My question is why the hell is he sitting under it?"
"Because..." the alpha of the opposing pack speaks up with a gruff voice. "His mother is buried there." Stiles blinks. "No," he answers he unspoken question stiles so desperately wants to question. Behind the younger a twig snapped and quickly stiles spun to flip his gun up and aim toward the sound.
"Yeah well we're still out in the open, in the woods, we should really get the kid and go." Alison answers the house with raising her bow and pointing the next clock segment from stiles position.
"My house." Derek growls. "And I can handle a little wolfsbane." Derek's steps forward.
"The kind in which the pollen makes you hallucinogenic and dizzy enough to knock out a bull. And yet, the pollen affects humans too. The damn stuff is potent."
"Wait Allison, is if the same of those petals you give me?" Stiles checks over his shoulder toward the tree. The woman nods in his peripheral vision. "Scott can normally deal with those flowers, Derek will be fine."
"Yeah on a lesser level, not a damn tree of them," Scott interrupts.
"So what are you saying? I can't get my son or I can?!" The man yells, quickly stiles spins with a hissing shush.
