it was a normal day in beacon hills when all hell broke loose. sure, it was the home of the supernatural, but no one expected the outbreak of a zombie apocalypse. i was home alone, and the rest of the pack was home aswell. i tried texting the first days, but the lines were down. i had no idea who of us was alive and i was running low on food, so i had to go to try and find some. thankfully my car was filled with gas, so i barricaded the door and headed out for the closest supermarket, having a golf club and some kitchen knives as my weapons. the town was deserted and i had a hard time getting in through the automatic doors at the market, but i did. and people have definitely been there before me, since the shelves were almost empty. i walked around, trying to find anything useful, when i spotted a familiar face. stiles. my best friend before, whom i had not heard from since the start of everything. i almost call out to him and jump in his neck in excitement, when i notice something’s wrong.