~Undying Love~ [KLANCE]

Arisen

[HELP I'M RE-WATCHING VOLTRON WHILE TYPING AND I'M JUST STARING AT LANCE AND KEITH'S JAW LINES AND CHINS AND JUST TALKING TO MYSELF ABOUT HOW DEM LINEZ CAN CUT THROUGH SOLID METAL AND MY MOM WALKS IN AS I'M SAYING "OHHHH LOOK AT DEM CHINZZZ THEY GONNA SLICE THROUGH ALL ZARKON'S FLEETS IN ONE S W I P E ! GET IT MY SMOL CHILDRENZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!"]

[Edit A/N: ... I regret my life decisions. ^]

[Lance's POV]

Everyone used to laugh whenever the blue loving brunette brought up the zombie apocalypse. They always thought he was joking. Hell, he himself even believed he was joking. No one is laughing anymore though. They are all dead, or more accurately, undead. Lance stood up and looked around the science room.  He frowned, reaching for the handle of the door that would lead him to a dying world, where hope was scarce. 

Lance hesitated, his hand resting on the door handle, as he attempted to calm his breathing. Realizing he was defenseless and in need of some sort of protection, he released the handle and looked around.  Considering the only things worthy of the title "weapon" in this room was a scapal and a pair of scissors, he took both and unlocked the door. 

Lance decided to make my way to the cafeteria where there was bound to be a knife or something. A man trudged into view, smelling like he had just taken a day long bath in 3 weeks dead fish. The flirt groaned and ran, with the said man not quite on his heels. 

Lance rounded a corner and slid into a row of lockers. He regained his footing and ran the rest of the way to the cafeteria, where he ducked through the doors and locked them. He felt for the light switch and turned it on. The lights flickered on, revealing the room Lance had many memories of with his friends. He slid down the door into a sitting position and sighed, a feeling of safety hovering over him.  

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AND THAT"S IT FOR CHAPTER ONE WELP SEE YA ON THE NEXT SHITTY CHAPTER HAHA IM TRASH :'D

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