Well Shit- a Klance Zombie apocalypse AU

Chapter 10: Magazines

Keith's POV
We're somehow still alive.
We camped out on a roof for the night but it was fucking freezing.
As soon as the sun's up we're moving.

My hands are throbbing and slick with blood from the window we climbed through and Pidge and Matt's can't be that much better.
I'd check how they're doing if we were inside but if I use a torch out here I'm not sure if it'll set them off cause we don't yet know what triggers them properly, well aside from the obvious.

As the first fingers of light pull themselves over the houses on the other side of the road, I pull Pidge to their feet, then Matt.
We keep moving across the roofs, stopping for a bit on the flat ones where people have had loft conversions.
At the last one we can see the shop, its signs and windows are so plastered with dust and dirt that we can't see in at the shelves presumably lined with stereotypical household products.

"Should we wait for awhile to see if there's anyone inside?"
"If anything's there we can check if we just throw something near the shop"

Matt and Pidge continue in this vein and their voices just become background.
After lunch, a shared tin of disgusting pineapple pieces, we chuck the now empty can down to the shop to see if anything moves.

Twenty minutes in the baking sun later the only movement we've seen has been a skinny cat pulling itself out of a semi open window. The shop appearing deserted we decide to bust through another skylight and make our way down.

As I push open the door to the shop I hesitate, in case the slight movement might've caused a corse to stir.
The three of us slowly file in to the abandoned shop. Thin rays of sunlight manage to penetrate through the almost opaque window, casting light in narrow golden beams across the shop, illuminating some cleaning products and energy drinks.
"We need cans, batteries, water and a walkie talkie. Don't get any unsealed food, we don't know how it spreads."
"You mean other than when one of them rips apart your body?"

We separate, moving through the shop as quietly as we can. The occasional chink of a can permeates the silence but otherwise it's eerily quiet.
Matt moves to the back of the shop, where there's a sign for the toilet. He mouths 'toilet paper' at me and quietly twists the handle.
As soon as it's open, he gags and moves back.
The body of a guard lies on the soaking floor beneath the sink. The sink is full and the tap is locked on though no water runs. The guard is just dead rather than infected so he probably wasn't attacked.
What's more interesting than the circumstance of his demise is the walkie talkie clipped to his belt.

Me and Matt, who has his eyes closed, drag him out by his feet to the hall.
Once again gagging, Matt checks his utility belt for anything we can use, whilst I unclip the walkie talkie and try to turn to channel 3.

It's dead but Pidge passes me some replacement batteries once I've prised open the back.

Lance's POV
"Shiro? Shiro are you there?"
The silence that's been almost undisturbed since losing the others is shattered.
Shiro, white as a sheet, looks like he's about to cry.
"Matt, I'm here, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"We're fine, where are you?"
"We're still in the coach, we're still in the coach," he descends into hysterics.

I gesture to Hunk to pass me the walkie talkie and he obliges.
"We need to get back together, do you have any mode of transport?"

Keith's POV
"I count 14"
"Well, don't move until we get closer."

Half an hour later Lance crackles back on.
"The road to you's blocked by an overturned truck. We're about a mile away from where you are, according to the map."
"Is there any other way you can get to us?"
"Not according to the map and we can't go around the barrier in the coach cause there's a ditch on the sides of the road and the coach wouldn't make it over."
"Turn the coach around and get ready, we'll find a way to get to you."

We have a plan.
It's a shit plan that quite possibly won't work,but we won't get anything better. Alarmingly, more corpses seem to be arriving as we can now see around 17, an increase of three from 20 minutes ago.
We wrap out arms and legs in magazines and secure them with duct tape. Obviously we don't fix them over the joints because we wouldn't be able to move which would be counter productive.
At least this way it'll be harder for us to have our limbs ripped off.

So now all we have to do is run a mile to a shitty school van with being chased by the apparently living dead, whilst we have magazines, featuring kids TV characters and 'recent' celebrity happenings, strapped around our limbs to prevent the loss of said limbs.

This really is a terrible plan.

I'm sorry it takes me so long to update; I've got lots going on at the moment and I'm struggling to balance stuff. To anyone who reads this I will try to update more regularly but I don't know what's going to happen.