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A/N Hey my lovelies! This is something I've been sat on for a while now and I've finally decided to start posting it :) I have a lot of the chapters written already, and the rest planned out just waiting to be written, so I imagine that gaps between updates won't be too long at all. I hope you guys like this and get as hooked reading it as I have writing it :) Toodle pip and enjoy :)
Stiles was away at college when the world went to shit. He was alone, afraid and so very, very confused. But more than anything, he was determined. He just had to get home. Had to find his dad, his pack. Had to make sure they were safe.
It happened slowly at first, news reports trickling through describing isolated incidents of extreme violence caused by what seemed to be a very severe virus. Soon however, it wasn’t so isolated. It all went to shit very fast after that. One week in fact. The world ended in just one week.
Stiles wasn’t exactly religious, but he found a sick sort of irony in that. Created in seven days, destroyed in seven days.
The cities were the first to fall; their high population and confined spaces only aided the spread of the virus. Pretty soon the majority of any cities population was either dead, infected or fleeing for their lives. That fleeing was what then infected other places, as those infected sometimes didn’t even realize it till it was too late, or simply didn’t care, just wanting to get the hell outa dodge.
It just spread like wildfire.
But regardless of all that, Stiles still had hope. Despite being a town of fairly decent size, Beacon Hills' population wasn’t that big. It was fairly isolated and certainly not confined, not with that great big forest.
Derek and the pack knew that forest like the back of their hands, well, paws more like, and if the shit had hit the fan there to the point where even the new and improved Hale house was no longer safe, he was sure Derek would have lead them somewhere even more isolated, somewhere even more safe.
And at least they were all together. Stiles’ college was the last to finish for the summer, and the last time he talked to them all, a day before all the phone lines went down, they were all together and planning to come and get him.
He remembered how quickly he had shot that idea down in flames. There was no way in hell he was allowing them to leave a place they were all safe and together to risk their lives for one person. For him. He wasn’t worth it.
Scott argued of course, getting more and more agitated until Derek grabbed the phone off him, growling at him to shut up so they didn’t attract any unwanted attention. Surprisingly enough though, Derek argued too. He even offered to come get him alone! That’s when Stiles really knew it was the apocalypse.
But, as tempting as that offer was, especially with the screaming and smashing of glass outside getting louder, Stiles just couldn’t abide the thought that someone was risking their lives for him. Plus, Derek was their Alpha. The pack needed him.
So after arguing his case over and over, finally shouting at them to stop wasting time because he needed to leave like, yesterday, they reluctantly agreed, telling him they'd be at the Hale house and that he'd better hurry his ass up. Which was how Stiles found himself gearing up for travelling through the freaking zombie apocalypse.