Hamliza One-Shots

Apocalypse

A/N: Sorry for not updating much! Lack of inspo is really getting to me. Anyways, this isn't the one shot that was upsetting me, btw. That will be out soon. There are a few Easter eggs in here, try to find them >:]

Eliza was running.

And my god, she was running faster than ever.

She was out of ammo, she was out of rocks, she was out of water, and quite frankly, she was out of time. Things were not looking good.

The 3 zombies behind her treaded quickly at heels. She had to get to the base before the zombies made a feast of her lifeless body, turning her into one of them.

This is Elizabeth Schuyler's life on a daily basis. Running away from zombies is commonplace now, although she's usually fighting them. Her friend Aaron seems to do most of the running away. Ever since the apocalypse broke out 10 years ago, the government disbanded and clans had formed.

Only three main clans survived, which were the Independence Clan, the Firetta Clan, and Redhawke Clan. Eliza had belonged to the Redhawke Clan. That was the clan her father happens to be in charge of. Although that's not what Eliza happened to care about in this particular moment, she just cared about surviving.

She ran faster, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Warm and sticky sweat dripped down her pale, yet sleek face. Her heart sped up, beating swiftly like a horse racing towards the finish line. The scanned the harsh and rugged terrain, looking for the Redhawke flag that signaled she was in her clan's territory. Either her dark eyes were deceiving her, or there was no flag.

There was no time to slow down or wonder what happened to the flag, or the territory, for the zombies were inches away from her. In an attempt to save her neck, she duked the zombies left and took a sharp right into a pit that caved underneath a log.

Quickly rolling the log underneath her, she eyed the confused zombies. They surveyed the area, hunting Eliza like a dog. She felt like prey as the zombies staggered around, questioning where she went.

Eventually, the 3 zombies sprinted away, leaving Eliza alone. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. In the middle of catching her breath, Eliza heard a rustling sound from the corner of the pit. She whipped her head around to see a figure glaring towards her.

They were shrouded in a ominous darkness, and they had propped themselves up against their gun that was being used presumably to shoot zombies. She assumed the figure she was sharing the pit with was indeed a person, after all they didn't smell like burning, rotting flesh and they weren't hunched like a zombie.

"You need help, sweetheart?" A male's voice asked. Eliza rolled her eyes, taking note of exits she could use to escape if he were to try something.

"Who are you?" She asked him bluntly, skipping pleasantries. The man put his hands up in surrender.

"I think I should be asking, who are you?" He stepped into the light. He wasn't much older than Eliza, and he honestly (in her humble opinion) looked attractive in a scarred, war criminal type way. Eliza didn't answer.

"What are you doing here?" She continued, not acknowledging him or his question.

"Hunting zombies, princess." He responded.

"No shit, douchebag." Eliza cringed at the "princess" nickname. "Why are you in this spot specifically?"

"Well, I was hunting zombies, as I said before. But you kinda ruined that for me." He whined.

"Do you have any idea that you're on Redhawke terrain, and that you should be tried and tortured for trespassing?" She paced around the already cramped pit, trying to make her point clear. "You noclanner shouldn't be anywhere near here." She spat. The dude took offense.