Apocalypse AU, because why the hell not?
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The gang was tired.
After the fight with the Galra over food rations, they had gotten 3/4 of them, but not without some wounds. Lotor had hacked off Shiro's arm with an axe, and Ezor had sliced Keith's cheek.
Everyone had a role. Pidge was the mechanic, Lance the sharpshooter, Shiro the commander, Allura the healer, Keith the weapons specialist, and Hunk the scout.
Lance was helping Hunk out, pressing a dampened cloth to Keith's healing cheek gently. Keith looked up at Lance.
"Do you think this will ever end?" He asked, eager for reassurance, which Lance wasn't the best at giving. Lance lifted Keith's bangs up, pressing his chapped lips to his forehead lightly, before pulling away reluctantly.
"I don't know. If I could tell you I would." Lance sighed, lifting the cloth off Keith's face to inspect the wound. He looked at Keith gravely. "I think it's time."
Keith grimaced in fear and pain, he HATED needles. Lance handed Keith his hippo plushie for reassurance as he laid Keith down. Even though Keith was 18, he still needed the plushie, and Lance didn't judge.
Lance got up and walked to the cabinets, where Pidge was sitting on a stool, fixing Keith's pistol up, and adding some new functions in. Pidge looked up and her eyes met Lance's.
"Hey, if Keith cries, it's not your fault man."
"But I feel like it might be-" Lance's voice trailed off as his gaze drifted to the window, and fear rose up his throat.
"Another wave!" He hollered, and everyone took their positions, the fear easy to see on their faces. Pidge clambered up to the attic, shutting the door behind her and reeling up the ladder with Lance and Keith up there too. Lance had managed to get the anesthetic and the needle up as well. Hunk, Shiro and Allura took different spots around the house, aiming out of the windows with their rifles, waiting for the wave.
Lance looked at Keith's worried face, and felt his gut twist. "It's going to be fine babe. Just be strong okay?" Lance whispered in his ear as the GA began it's action, putting Keith to sleep.
Lance's hands were shaking as he picked up the needle and the thread, Pidge aiming her AK-47 out of the attic window, picking off zombies.
Lance began threading.
Keith clutched his hippo plush closer.
Everyone was scared.
It was only then that Lance noticed the bite on Keith's leg, surrounded by shades of green and purple.
Lance gasped, dropping the needle on the carpet and nudging Pidge, making her shot go wide.
"Hey-" She growled, and that's when she noticed Keith's leg, which was covered by his pants before they rolled up. She went pale.
"Oh, Christ. SHIRO!" Pidge screamed, and pulled open the hatch, scrambling down the ladder. A few minutes later, Pidge was in the attic with Allura and Shiro, with Hunk picking off the zombies on the floor below.
"He's been bitten." Lance chokes out his words. Pidge puts a hand on Lance's shoulder, trying to reassure him.
"Do I need to?" Shiro held up Keith's machete, and Lance nodded gloomily.
Lance clung onto Pidge tightly, burying his face into her shoulder, letting out a sob. Everyone looked away but Shiro, and Shiro had tears running down his face.
He raised the machete.
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Lance scrubbed the blood stained carpet, tears running down his face.
The wave had ended.
He was okay.
Keith was okay.
When Keith woke up, everyone waited with baited breath, but he was absolutely fine. Lance sobbed into Keith's chest until his tears were all over Keith's shirt and he had run out.
That's when Hunk remembered the blood.
And had sent Lance up to clean it.
Allura had gotten to heal Keith's leg slowly, and Hunk was cooking up bacon and eggs on the gas stove in the kitchen.
Shiro was rocking back and forth, rubbing his palms together, muttering to himself.
The gang learned to stay away from Shiro when he was like this.
Lance wiped his eyes with his arm and got up, seeing the pale pink stain on the carpet, and thinking he cleaned enough. He carefully climbed down the ladder and closed the attic behind him, heading to the kitchen when he noticed the smell of bacon.
"Whatcha making?" Lance propped his elbow on the marble counter, sniffing the air hungrily.
Hunk rolled his eyes. "Bacon and eggs, doofus."
Lance scratched his head and yawned, realizing how tired he was. He headed over to the coffee maker and brewed up three cups of coffee; one for him, one for Keith, and one for Pidge. He balanced them both carefully and headed for the living room, where Allura was tending to Keith's leg, with Keith almost asleep. Lance nudged his cheek.
"Hey Galra boy, drink this." He placed the coffee, extra black, next to Keith and made his way to Pidge, who was testing the new pistol.
Lance looked impressed at her aim. "Want to take my place as sharpshooter?" He smirked, holding out the coffee. Pidge rolled her eyes and took the beverage, sitting cross legged on the floor talking to Lance.
Things were great.
That's what they thought.
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Fanfiction//#7 in Ezor // #66 in Legendary // Hey! These are all stories I wrote when i was 14 and absolutely obsessed with Voltron, and i'm keeping it around for the memories. I hope you find joy in them like i did :)
