One-Shots

Props & Mayhem (Kellic)

A/N: Hello! Thank you for taking time to read this one-shot! JUST A QUICK WARNING, this is about zombies, so there will be some gore involved. I'm sorry for anyone who has read my writing and has been waiting for an update, but I honestly don't have much time for writing fanfics anymore, and it doesn't really interest me that much now. :( But this is a oneshot that I started working on over a year ago, and it's been sitting in my drafts almost finished since then. I finally decided to buff it up and post it, and I'm really proud of how it turned out. Thank you for reading it. :') Enjoy!

Three days. I had been away from home for three days, looking for food mostly, but I was on my way back now. I didn't want to go alone, but I didn't want to put Kellin in any more danger, and we needed someone to guard the house. I made sure he was well protected though, leaving the best knives with him. I knew that he could take care of himself.

I looked around, relief flooding through my body and coming out in a short sigh when a familiar building came into sight. It used to be a library I think, but there's not much left of it now. Once they got to it, it was done for. There aren't many of them left in this town, but Kellin and I still had to be careful. We found a home here in Northern California and have been living in it for just over a month now. At the moment I was about two miles away, and couldn't wait to be back.

I could feel every crunch of gravel beneath my tired feet, every heat wave that rolled off my body. It was becoming too much, but I couldn't stop walking. I had to get back to him. I had to get back to my Kellin.

I still vividly remember the first time I laid eyes on him.

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"Come on Mike!" I called out to my brother as he raced from our car towards the seemingly empty house. I looked around nervously as I held the door open as if one of them would pop out of nowhere. We were trying to get from our home in San Diego to Washington state where we heard it was safer. So far everything had been going according to plan. We would steal food from random shops and stock up for a few days, then either find an empty house to stay in or sleep in the car.

Mike finally reached the front porch and darted into the house. I followed suit, making sure to lock the door behind me. I knew it wouldn't help much, but whatever. It made me feel safer.

Mike immediately went to the kitchen, making sure that we didn't make the effort to stop here for nothing.

"Kitchen's pretty full. We should be good for at least a week," he said. I nodded, eager to eat something after basically being starved for the past few days, but I knew we had to scope out the place first. We had to be aware of all exits in the house in case we needed a quick escape. Ever since the apocalypse started, it was pretty common to constantly be on the run. The creatures would find you and kill you, or even worse, turn you into one of them. Many would call these creatures 'zombies'. I just called them a plague.

There were two levels to the house. Mike and I would each check one for anything suspicious, then report back to the kitchen for a well-deserved meal. Mike decided to take the downstairs, so I started up the stairs to search the second floor. My hand stayed on top of my knife that was strapped to my side. If there was anything up here, I needed to be prepared. Little did I know, there was something upstairs, but not the sort of creature I had intended to find.

I opened each door and took a quick peek inside before moving onto the next one. When I reached the last door at the far end of the hallway, I heard something. All my movements stopped as I strained to hear what was going on behind the door. I couldn't make anything out, it just sounded like a bunch of rustling. I took out my knife and slowly turned the door handle, careful not to let it creak as I pushed it open. What stood before me wasn't some sort of dangerous monster like I had been expecting. No, this was a man. A skinny, but very athletic looking man. Who was shirtless. His back was turned to me, and a mop of black hair fell just above his shoulders.