Use your head; Cut off theirs. || [Open Zombie Apocalypse/HpRp AU]
A faint clunk is the only warning Draco has before a partially decayed jaw is inches away from his throat and a bat in his hand. He swings up and slams it into the side of whoever it is was, scrambling onto his feet as fast as he can to swing a few more blows to the head to make sure the thing is down for the count.
He stands there in silence for a good twenty seconds, chest heaving from adrenaline and bat dripping with 'brain goop' at his side. When he's sure he can't hear anything else approaching he begins to pack up what had been his temporary base, throwing everything inside his pack which had luckily been spelled with an undetectable extension charm before he lost his wand and ended up somewhere in Scotland.
Once he had washed up from the tap in the disused toilets in the corner of the store, fed and watered himself, filled up his water bottles and checked the streets from the roof he headed back down and threw on a fresh pair of clothes from the racks and shelves. It was a rare routine for when he was moving place to place but luckily he'd found semblance of civilization and it meant he was afforded more luxuries than he'd found in weeks.
An hour later and he was surrounded by nothing but green fields, sheep, cows and the occasional strolling corpse. When he had first come across a 'stroller' as he had named them he'd been terrified. He knew better now though and knew that should he leave it alone and keep quiet it was unlikely to even notice him.
