Keith's POV
So.
Half of the food is already gone.
Not even a day.
We're so gonna die.
Headphones. My solution to the zombie apocalypse.
Turn away,
If you could get me a drink,
Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded,
Call my Aunt Marie,
Typical me. Any problem I just turn to my music which is apparently, according to Pidge, depressing, which I'm not sure to take seriously as she also listens to MCR.
Help her gather all my things,
And bury me,
In all my favourite colours,
My sisters and my brothers, still
Great. The mention of burying just reminds of the fucking living dead that are most likely hunting us.
At least that's a positive spin.
Skip.
Gravity don't mean too much to me,
I'm who I've got to be,
Theses pigs are after me,
Chasing. Wonder what that reminds me of?
Run away like it was yesterday,
And we could run away,
If we could run away,
Run away from here
More running. Precisely what we're doing right now.
And from what? Oh yeah. From the living corpses that are probably devouring our families as I think this.
God.
I need to be more fucking positive.
I gotta a bulletproof heart,
You got a hollow point smile,
We had our runaway scarves,
Got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
The zombies. They so have an eerily vacant look on their faces, which I can't say isn't unnerving. And now I wonder, do they die if they get shot or whatever through the heart?
Fuck. Why am I going through this thought process because of an MCR song that came out roughly half a decade ago?
Sorry for the super shit chapter.
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Well Shit- a Klance Zombie apocalypse AU
FanfictionA Klance Zombie apocalypse AU. Lance and Keith went to the same school but they didn't really know much about each other. That is until the world went to shit
