Stale Hale's Teen Wolf Fan Art Drabbles

Zombies (Sterek)

Stiles runs quickly down the forest trail, his head turning to make sure that Derek is following him, and he keeps a tight hand on his baseball bat. "Come on!" Stiles yells, but he knows that Derek could leave him in the dust if he was so inclined too. The zombies were right after them, and while they're not fast, there' a lot of them that greatly outnumber Stiles and Derek. Stiles runs until he thinks that his lungs might burst, and he slides to a stop against a tree. "You okay?" Stiles asks him, and Derek nods his head as his chest heaves a little.

"Yeah, I'm good. I don't hear anything. I think we can rest for a moment." Derek tells him, looking at him as he moves to sit down to him. Stiles all but collapses to the ground when he gets the okay, and he doesn't drop his baseball bat. Derek sits next to him, his ears trained in on the forest to listen to anything.

"How far away from Beacons Hills do you think we are?" Stiles asks him, and Derek hums as he sniffs to see if he can catch the scent of his pack in the woods. They were on a college tour in New York, Derek had gone with him since his dad had to work, and all the planes were down. They managed to get a car but with no sources of gasoline, plus the roads being overrun with zombies and people are hidden, they were walking now. "I hope I can see my dad again." Stiles says, hoping that his father isn't a zombie or even worse thought of his father being eaten.

"I'm sure your father is alive." Derek tells him, and Stiles continues to wheeze a little as he catches his breath since he really never gets used to running like this. He feels he should have paid more attention when he was in track for lacrosse. "I hope the pack is okay. I left Scott in charge so I'm not worried." Derek sighs, and Stiles laughs as he leans over to pat his leg with a grin. He has faith in Scott, he has to in this case, and he never really thought that he was going to live in a zombie world.

"You think that they're going to fix this? I don't see them not fixing this." Stiles sighs, and Derek chuckles as he looks at him. "I mean, you're a werewolf." Stiles tells him, and Derek chuckles as he nods his head as he reaches over to grab his face. Stiles smiles at him as he looks at his eyes, and he feels like the mood is changing.

"Are you okay?" Derek asks him, feeling Stiles' heartbeat pick up again. Stiles smiles at him as he leans forward again.

"I guess. I don't." Stiles sputters, and he leans forward to capture his lips in his. Stiles smiles before he hears a loud groaning noise, and he hops up before he slams his baseball bat against the zombie's skull over and over again. "I have been waiting for that for years. Fuck. You." Stiles screams, and Derek hides his face in his hands.

"Let's just get out of here." Derek laughs, taking his hand to lead him deeper into the woods to get home.

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