Follow you - Sheith (Voltron Zombie Apocalypse AU)

Chapter 2: Camisado

Shiro's POV

After a week of being monitored by Coran and Pidge, I was let go to wander around the base.

The place looked like a classic army base, dirt and grime covered the stone walls and the inside was also mainly stone. Each person had their own decorated room that nobody else was aloud in. Mine was a pure, blank, white since I only just got here.

I still had to get check ups, mainly by Coran and occasionally Pidge when Coran is busy.

I was training in my room when Pidge came in for my weekly check up.

"Coran busy?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Why do you even ask that when you already know the answer?" Pidge rolls their eyes at me.

"Let's just get started,"

First, Pidge checks my heart rate, then my tounge, apparently the start of Blank transformation is commonly found on the tounge.

"Why do you check my tounge if you know that im not a Blank?" I ask. They sigh.

"We've learned the hard way, the others get constant tounge checks aswell, because of the past, anyone can get bit, even if we are sure your not," Pidge explains, giving a brief answer.

"What happened to make you learn that?" Pidge looks away.

"8 months ago, Hunk and his former girlfriend, Shay, came to camp. They were both clean, but one day we went on a scavenger hunt. It was successful, but something happened. Shay got bit, but didn't tell us. She ended up turning in the middle of dinner and eating half of the group, including Keith's dad, both Hunk and Keith were inconsolable, until Lance came along, once he came along Hunk was happy" Pidge looks down.

"Keith is still grieving," Pidge sighs.

"I am so sorry," Pidge brushes it off.

"It's alright,"

We continue to test different things, including my hook arm which I still cannot move. Then Pidge leaves the room, leaving me alone.

A flash of white covers my vision. I see glimpses of Matt and a barren wasteland, Blanks attacking us and then a black-haired girl in a trench-coat saving us and leading us to what looks like a camp. Everything was in black and white, like a 60's stop-motion.

I gasp when colour returns to my vision and I am able to see my blank room and tanned skin once again.

I piece together that I lost my memory of the last year and a half, but how did I lose it and where is Matt?

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Word count: 426

I hope that you had a good new year!

- Loz