Warnings: suspense, general gross descriptions of zombies, that’s really it I think. Oh, and it’s poorly edited. Sorry. This series is 18+. Minors DNI.
A/N: What??!! A new chapter?? After how many YEARS?? Yes, I’m writing again. And yes, I’m picking up this and other series where they left off.
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Snapping teeth and hungry groans grew closer as you hurried for the front door. Cas was right behind you, his breaths heavy with fear.
Geez, how did this many creatures get into the house? Were the other houses the same? Were the others okay? A million questions flooded you as you tried to focus on the dozens of zombies in your home.
Your eyes fixed on the front door, where four flesh-eating monsters stood between you and, well, possible freedom. You were sure the hoard had swarmed the compound by now, but that was a door you would open when you got there… if you got there.
A hand gripped yours and pulled you to towards the door. “C’mon, Y/N. We need to get out of here.”
Your breath huffed as you lurched forward. “And what? Run into the infested neighborhood? Live in the forest? What about the other—“ you swiped your machete at a zombie, knocking it to the floor, as a brilliant idea crossed your mind. “Cas, we need to lure them away!”
Cas’ gaze snapped to you. His large knife stood at the ready in his free hand.
“Lure them? With what?” Great question. You hasn’t gotten that far.
You could grab a car and honk until they follow you. But the horns, if they worked, wouldn’t be loud enough. That kind of sound wouldn’t travel well in the forest.
Cas’ hand left yours and reached for the door. He twisted the knob and yanked the solid wool open, revealing a hellscape.
“There’s hundreds of them,” Cas murmured in awe. Bobby, Garth, and a few of the others were standing their ground, mostly with melee weapons. But they weren’t going to win. Not by a long shot.
You turned back towards the house, just in time to see a monster creeping up on Cas. You swung your machete, clocking it in the forehead and sending it crumbling to the ground. Cas spun just as it collapsed. He stared, stunned.
“Where the hell do we go from here?” Cas shouted over the snarls. You searched around the visible part of the compound, your eyes locking on an old friend. It was crazy, but it was something. You had to do something.
“Follow me!” You shouted, taking off before Cas could respond. Hesitantly, he followed you, his tattered boots stomping in your trail right as you left the porch.
You stopped just a few feet from your target, grinning. Sometimes, you were absolutely brilliant.
Cas stopped at your side. “The ambulance?” You nodded, eyeing a zombie that was slowly approaching on your left.
“We get this thing going, run the sirens, and lure the creatures out of here. They love noise, and will be drawn to it. Even if only some follow us, hopefully the rest of the gang can take out the stragglers.” You gripped your machete and swung to your left, taking out the zombie as it got too close.
“The glass is gone. We’ll have to be careful.”
You nodded and smiled. “We just need to make sure we are a little faster than they are.”
Cas peered over at you, grinning. “Alright, boss. Let’s so this.”
“What the fuck is that sound?” Dean boomed as he clocked another zombie in the temple with the sharp end of a hammer. “Is that—“
“Sounds like a siren,” Sam responded, a knife in each hand.
“It’s the fucking ambulance!” Garth beamed from the top of the stairs, as he peered out from the second floor window. “And I have a good idea who is behind that wheel.”
Dean stopped and spun, finding his brother wiping out the last zombie on the bottom floor. He spun to the large bay window to his left and gazed out to the front yard. There were at least a hundred zombies, but they weren’t heading for the houses anymore. Most of them had turned back towards the open, battered gate, making their way out of the compound.
Garth joined Dean’s side, grinning. “That Y/N is a fucking badass,” he commented as his eyes caught the red lights of the ambulance.
Dean nodded as his eyes followed the lights of the emergency vehicle. The ambulance slowly made its way out the front gates, rolling over the charred remains of the fires you had set not to long before.
His eyes then shot to Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and the others jogging towards the house, taking out a few straggling monsters on their way in.
“Are you seeing this shit?” Bobby huffed as he entered the home. “They don’t even have a fucking windshield! Dumbasses—“
“It’s working, Bobby. They’ll be fine.” Dean interrupted. “But I don’t want them out there alone. Garth, Ellen, go grab another car and follow them. We don’t know how much hoard is still out there. They may need back-up.” The two nodded, then headed for the cars.
“Has anyone seen Chuck or Gabriel?” Sam asked, peering around.
“They were in the supply house last I saw,” Jo answered, pointing next door.
“Go make sure they are okay and fill them in on the plan. Meg, Bobby, you two inspect the wall. Kill any monsters in your path. Sam and I will keep going at any that remain.” Everyone nodded in agreement and went their way. Then, Sam turned to Dean.
“Don’t you think it’s a little odd that an entire heard just, I dunno, rammed into our compound? I don’t think they would have done that without something luring them here.” Sam let out a deep sigh. “It seems weird.”
Dean nodded. “Yeah, something definitely stinks. But, for now, we need to focus on clearing the place. Then, we can play detective.”
You gripped the steering wheel, thankful that someone had cleared the glass from the seat since you drove this baby back to the compound. Cas threw his head out the window every few minutes, making sure your plan was working.
And so far, it was.
A chuckle left Cas’ lips as he turned to you. “This is crazy, but crazy brilliant. Where are we leading them to?”
You hadn’t really thought that far.
“Uh, as far as we can?” You glanced in what was left of your side mirror. “At least we have a ride back when we find a good spot.” You smiled at the sight of Garth and Ellen not far behind. You waved them forward so they led the way. There was no use having them between you and the creatures.
“Smart shit, Y/L/N! Let’s get these creeps out of here!” Garth shouted over the wailing siren. You grinned and nodded, then followed as he moved ahead on the road.
After about five minutes, Cas turned to you. You peered over at him, taking in his deep expression.
“What’s on your mind?” You questioned casually. He narrowed his gaze out the non-existent windshield.
“Where did this hoard come from? There’s no way they just appeared and happened to find us.” Cas poked his head out the window and turned to watch the hoard of monsters following you. “I don’t know. I don’t believe it.”
You nodded. “I agree. Something is fishy here. But, for now, let’s just focus on getting them out of here. There’s—“ Something in the tree line caught your eye. “Did you see that?”
“See what?” Cas furrowed his brow as he glanced around.
“There was something moving behind those trees.” You pointed to your two o’clock position.
Cas followed your gaze. “Could it be a bear? Or a deer?” You shook your head.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. It looked humanoid.”
“Maybe it was a zombie checking out the noise.” Cas settled back in his seat. You sighed, not convinced. “I don’t see anything now.”
“I think it would have joined the party if it was a zombie. Well, whatever it was, just keep your eyes peeled.” You nodded at Cas, who nodded back. Then, you continued forward with your plan, hoping it was crazy enough to actually work.
Thank you for reading! Feedback is always appreciated.
Unfortunately, I no longer have tag lists. I will be reposting my work multiple times to make it easier to find.
Warnings: suspense, general gross descriptions of zombies, that’s really it I think. Oh, and it’s poorly edited. Sorry. This series is 18+. Minors DNI.
A/N: What??!! A new chapter?? After how many YEARS?? Yes, I’m writing again. And yes, I’m picking up this and other series where they left off.
Series Master List
Snapping teeth and hungry groans grew closer as you hurried for the front door. Cas was right behind you, his breaths heavy with fear.
Geez, how did this many creatures get into the house? Were the other houses the same? Were the others okay? A million questions flooded you as you tried to focus on the dozens of zombies in your home.
Your eyes fixed on the front door, where four flesh-eating monsters stood between you and, well, possible freedom. You were sure the hoard had swarmed the compound by now, but that was a door you would open when you got there… if you got there.
A hand gripped yours and pulled you to towards the door. “C’mon, Y/N. We need to get out of here.”
Your breath huffed as you lurched forward. “And what? Run into the infested neighborhood? Live in the forest? What about the other—“ you swiped your machete at a zombie, knocking it to the floor, as a brilliant idea crossed your mind. “Cas, we need to lure them away!”
Cas’ gaze snapped to you. His large knife stood at the ready in his free hand.
“Lure them? With what?” Great question. You hasn’t gotten that far.
You could grab a car and honk until they follow you. But the horns, if they worked, wouldn’t be loud enough. That kind of sound wouldn’t travel well in the forest.
Cas’ hand left yours and reached for the door. He twisted the knob and yanked the solid wool open, revealing a hellscape.
“There’s hundreds of them,” Cas murmured in awe. Bobby, Garth, and a few of the others were standing their ground, mostly with melee weapons. But they weren’t going to win. Not by a long shot.
You turned back towards the house, just in time to see a monster creeping up on Cas. You swung your machete, clocking it in the forehead and sending it crumbling to the ground. Cas spun just as it collapsed. He stared, stunned.
“Where the hell do we go from here?” Cas shouted over the snarls. You searched around the visible part of the compound, your eyes locking on an old friend. It was crazy, but it was something. You had to do something.
“Follow me!” You shouted, taking off before Cas could respond. Hesitantly, he followed you, his tattered boots stomping in your trail right as you left the porch.
You stopped just a few feet from your target, grinning. Sometimes, you were absolutely brilliant.
Cas stopped at your side. “The ambulance?” You nodded, eyeing a zombie that was slowly approaching on your left.
“We get this thing going, run the sirens, and lure the creatures out of here. They love noise, and will be drawn to it. Even if only some follow us, hopefully the rest of the gang can take out the stragglers.” You gripped your machete and swung to your left, taking out the zombie as it got too close.
“The glass is gone. We’ll have to be careful.”
You nodded and smiled. “We just need to make sure we are a little faster than they are.”
Cas peered over at you, grinning. “Alright, boss. Let’s so this.”
“What the fuck is that sound?” Dean boomed as he clocked another zombie in the temple with the sharp end of a hammer. “Is that—“
“Sounds like a siren,” Sam responded, a knife in each hand.
“It’s the fucking ambulance!” Garth beamed from the top of the stairs, as he peered out from the second floor window. “And I have a good idea who is behind that wheel.”
Dean stopped and spun, finding his brother wiping out the last zombie on the bottom floor. He spun to the large bay window to his left and gazed out to the front yard. There were at least a hundred zombies, but they weren’t heading for the houses anymore. Most of them had turned back towards the open, battered gate, making their way out of the compound.
Garth joined Dean’s side, grinning. “That Y/N is a fucking badass,” he commented as his eyes caught the red lights of the ambulance.
Dean nodded as his eyes followed the lights of the emergency vehicle. The ambulance slowly made its way out the front gates, rolling over the charred remains of the fires you had set not to long before.
His eyes then shot to Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and the others jogging towards the house, taking out a few straggling monsters on their way in.
“Are you seeing this shit?” Bobby huffed as he entered the home. “They don’t even have a fucking windshield! Dumbasses—“
“It’s working, Bobby. They’ll be fine.” Dean interrupted. “But I don’t want them out there alone. Garth, Ellen, go grab another car and follow them. We don’t know how much hoard is still out there. They may need back-up.” The two nodded, then headed for the cars.
“Has anyone seen Chuck or Gabriel?” Sam asked, peering around.
“They were in the supply house last I saw,” Jo answered, pointing next door.
“Go make sure they are okay and fill them in on the plan. Meg, Bobby, you two inspect the wall. Kill any monsters in your path. Sam and I will keep going at any that remain.” Everyone nodded in agreement and went their way. Then, Sam turned to Dean.
“Don’t you think it’s a little odd that an entire heard just, I dunno, rammed into our compound? I don’t think they would have done that without something luring them here.” Sam let out a deep sigh. “It seems weird.”
Dean nodded. “Yeah, something definitely stinks. But, for now, we need to focus on clearing the place. Then, we can play detective.”
You gripped the steering wheel, thankful that someone had cleared the glass from the seat since you drove this baby back to the compound. Cas threw his head out the window every few minutes, making sure your plan was working.
And so far, it was.
A chuckle left Cas’ lips as he turned to you. “This is crazy, but crazy brilliant. Where are we leading them to?”
You hadn’t really thought that far.
“Uh, as far as we can?” You glanced in what was left of your side mirror. “At least we have a ride back when we find a good spot.” You smiled at the sight of Garth and Ellen not far behind. You waved them forward so they led the way. There was no use having them between you and the creatures.
“Smart shit, Y/L/N! Let’s get these creeps out of here!” Garth shouted over the wailing siren. You grinned and nodded, then followed as he moved ahead on the road.
After about five minutes, Cas turned to you. You peered over at him, taking in his deep expression.
“What’s on your mind?” You questioned casually. He narrowed his gaze out the non-existent windshield.
“Where did this hoard come from? There’s no way they just appeared and happened to find us.” Cas poked his head out the window and turned to watch the hoard of monsters following you. “I don’t know. I don’t believe it.”
You nodded. “I agree. Something is fishy here. But, for now, let’s just focus on getting them out of here. There’s—“ Something in the tree line caught your eye. “Did you see that?”
“See what?” Cas furrowed his brow as he glanced around.
“There was something moving behind those trees.” You pointed to your two o’clock position.
Cas followed your gaze. “Could it be a bear? Or a deer?” You shook your head.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. It looked humanoid.”
“Maybe it was a zombie checking out the noise.” Cas settled back in his seat. You sighed, not convinced. “I don’t see anything now.”
“I think it would have joined the party if it was a zombie. Well, whatever it was, just keep your eyes peeled.” You nodded at Cas, who nodded back. Then, you continued forward with your plan, hoping it was crazy enough to actually work.
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