It had been six months since everything had changed. Scott had honestly thought the werewolf thing was a bad point in his life, but that was nothing compared to what had happened after the first reports came in about the attacks. And then everything had fallen apart. They'd stayed together as a group though, for the most part.
Derek and his pack had gone off on their own about three months in. It hadn't been a good parting but it had been their choice and Scott hadn't been able to stop them. Honestly, he'd been surprised they'd lasted that long.
He'd deferred to Chris a lot because he knew how to survive, he taught them how to shoot, how to care for the weapons he'd brought and when he'd fallen trying to protect Allison and Lydia, it had been Lydia who'd finished him off.
Allison had changed after that, even more so than after her mother's death. It was like she'd lost everything that anchored her. Scott tried to help, but there was nothing he could do and when she fell to them, Scott handled it.
He didn't speak for two days after that, just focusing on getting them to safety. Lydia had turned into one of their best assets next to Stiles. When she was bitten, though, she took matters into her own hands and that was the last night either Scott or Stiles slept alone.
They adjusted though and still tried to keep some level of normalcy, but now...
Scott stood in the middle of a creek, pouring water over himself as he tried not to think about the morning. It had been a supply run and he and Stiles had gone, but by the time they'd made it back to camp...
Well, they'd taken care of their own parent respectively and buried them. Which just left him and Stiles. A werewolf who'd refused to kill anyone because there was always another option and his best friend...
Scott closed his eyes, hands running through his wet hair before he walked towards the bank and levered himself out of the water. Killing had become a way of life now and while he knew there was no other way, parts of him had died and were still dying with every familiar face he'd put in the ground.
He was careful coming back to the camp they'd made. There was no fire though, because it could attract attention and Scott dropped down beside where Stiles was sitting, his gaze shifting up towards the moon.
Did someone say Zombies?
Derek and his pack had gone off on their own about three months in. It hadn't been a good parting but it had been their choice and Scott hadn't been able to stop them. Honestly, he'd been surprised they'd lasted that long.
He'd deferred to Chris a lot because he knew how to survive, he taught them how to shoot, how to care for the weapons he'd brought and when he'd fallen trying to protect Allison and Lydia, it had been Lydia who'd finished him off.
Allison had changed after that, even more so than after her mother's death. It was like she'd lost everything that anchored her. Scott tried to help, but there was nothing he could do and when she fell to them, Scott handled it.
He didn't speak for two days after that, just focusing on getting them to safety. Lydia had turned into one of their best assets next to Stiles. When she was bitten, though, she took matters into her own hands and that was the last night either Scott or Stiles slept alone.
They adjusted though and still tried to keep some level of normalcy, but now...
Scott stood in the middle of a creek, pouring water over himself as he tried not to think about the morning. It had been a supply run and he and Stiles had gone, but by the time they'd made it back to camp...
Well, they'd taken care of their own parent respectively and buried them. Which just left him and Stiles. A werewolf who'd refused to kill anyone because there was always another option and his best friend...
Scott closed his eyes, hands running through his wet hair before he walked towards the bank and levered himself out of the water. Killing had become a way of life now and while he knew there was no other way, parts of him had died and were still dying with every familiar face he'd put in the ground.
He was careful coming back to the camp they'd made. There was no fire though, because it could attract attention and Scott dropped down beside where Stiles was sitting, his gaze shifting up towards the moon.
Another week before it was full...