Follow you - Sheith (Voltron Zombie Apocalypse AU)

Chapter 4: Bad intentions

Warning: Includes violence, death, drugs, references to self harm and signs of PTSD.

Also a warning to people who are afraid of needles. You may want to skip this chapter.

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Keith's POV

I turn the corner from Shiro's room and head to mine.

I can't seem the get to white-haired man out of my head. No matter how much I try, I always end up going back to thinking of him.

And that girl from earlier.

Did she know Shiro?

If so, then the bitch is going to have something fighting her for the man's heart.

I reach my room and creak open the-

-dining room door to find blood and guts spead out across the tiles.

I notice the remaining members of the group trapped in a corner.

I see bodies reanimating.

A sobbing Hunk.

A blood-stained Shay.

A blank closing in on me.

The blank.

My dad.

- I gasp as I come back to reality with shaky knees.

I crouch down at the feet of my bed, crawl into a fetal position and start relentlessly sobbing into my hands.

Fuck the Apocalypse, losing my dad is worse.

I slowly crawl over to my side drawer and open the wooden cabinet.

I search through the organised mess and find the packet.

I quickly open the packet and lie the needle on the cabinet.

I search through the important trash to find the fluid that I needed.

It was in a glass veil and was a clear liquid with deadly bubbles at the top and a green label with a warning sign on it.

I open the veil and pull up my sleeve with steady arms.

I have done this a million times before. It's nothing new.

I see the thousands of scars on my wrist going up to my elbow, a few of them are from battling blanks, but the others are from... something else.

With the needle in my right arm, I soak the fluid into the needle and align it with my upper arm.

There are scars there from the other times that I have indulged in this.

I slowly push the needle into my arm and push the end of it, moving the fluid into my bloodstream.

I slowly squint my eyes in pain, but it wasn't as amazingly bad as the first few times.

Once it was empty, I slowly pulled out the needle and placed it on the side.

I started seeing colours.

I clumsily carefully place the lid back on the glass veil.

I could no longer see the label.

It was too blurred.

I hadn't done this in a month.

A world record that had now been broken.

I creep innocently towards my bed and lie in it smiling to myself for no apparent reason.

I slowly close my blurred sharp eyes.

Before I fall into darkness, I swear that I see a white blob leave my door.
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Word count: 488

Greetings and Salutations!

It's been a while.

I know.

I've been really busy for the past few months and had a major case of the mental illness called 'Laziness'.

A lot of laziness.

And I mean a lot of laziness.

Anyways, I'm back now.

With a whole new level of sarcasm and dark humour.

Anyways, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter.

If not, then tough shit.

I will see you later I guess.

- Loz