The Hunger Part XXIX
Title:The Hunger
Author:Narya
Rating:NC 17
Character(s)/Pairing(s):Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry, Burt Hummel / Puckurt, some bits of Klaine.
Genre:AU, drama, suspence, romance, gore
Warning:Character Deaths, violence, explicit sex, gore, zombies, infidelity
Spoilers:Season 2
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my computer, not the glee, not the characters, not even the zombies.
Author Notes:This is a WIP, consisting of drable-like chapters, can be found on my Lj, AO3 and Tumblr. So I'll give links to each. Also, English is not my first language so there might be some mistakes.
Summary:After a snow storm Kurt discovers that things have changed in Lima, everyone seems to have disappeared and there are dead bodies everywhere. When things start to clear out he will realize that the need to survive changes everything.
Word Count: ~1200
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Previous Parts Masterlist
Part XXIX
Given the amount of zombies they had seen on the way Kurt really thought that he’d spend more time shooting than resting, but it seemed that, whatever it was that was affecting their brains made it impossible to them to actually follow anything faster than them… or they just forgot about it as soon as they were out of reach.
The silence outside was terrifying, so Puck’ snores were almost welcome.
Sure, there had been some shooting, but every time a zombie so much as got close to the house one of the people on the second floor would manage to incapacitate him so Santana could blow their brains with a shotgun headshot at a really close range.
At some point Puck had actually woken up with the gunfire and, sleepily, fumbled over his bedside table until he found some earplugs, which he proceed to put on before going back to unconsciousness.
If it wasn’t for the dire situation they were in Kurt would have almost thought that a half asleep Puck was one of the most adorable things he had ever seen, but the situation was dire and as much as he wished he could forget about it, every minute that passed was a minute in which his father and step mother were still lost. In which he had no way of knowing if Blaine was alright, alive even, because there was no cellphone signal and it was impossible to know if this was something that had only happened in Lima or the whole world.
He really didn’t know how Puck was dealing with all of this. His mom and sister were out there too; he said he had freaked out while he was on his own, but all that had happened in the last few days must have been accumulating in his mind just like it was on his. The possibility of losing one of his best friends, Lauren, must have been a great strike and Kurt just wished he knew how to help him out.
But he really didn’t know how to do that when he felt so broken himself.
The quiet beep of his phone alarm going off rose him from that small trance he had fallen into and he went to the bed, so tired that he was sure he was going to be able to sleep no matter how stressed he had. It was barely two in the morning, but he hadn’t had a full night sleep the night before and all that running around was sure to tire him.
He walked to the bed and tapped faintly on Puck’s shoulder, who was moaning softly on the bed.
“Puck, wake up. It’s your turn” he whispered close to his ear, not wanting to break the silent spell on the house but not wanting to touch the earplugs either. The boy did it for him, though, taking them out and looking at Kurt like he was a ghost.
“Kurt? ... You are alive” the guy said, with such a relief in his voice that Kurt didn’t have a doubt that, whatever the boy had been dreaming, it must have been a horrible nightmare. A pair of strong arms enveloped him in a hug that he didn’t know if he couldn’t or didn’t want to escape from.
“What were you dreaming about?” he asked to the boy’s neck.
“I couldn’t find you. We were in the hospital and I couldn’t find you. I thought you were dead” Puck answered, taking Kurt’s head in his hands and looking straight to his eyes. “I don’t care where we are or what we are doing, you are not leaving me. If you want to take a leak or whatever, I’m going with you. I refuse to lose you too, ok?”
“Of course, Puck” he answered with a small nervous laugh.
“I’m serious, man. We don’t split. You need to take a leak, or a dump, or jerk off, or whatever the fuck you want to do, you go with me” he said, looking, by all means, serious about it. “You, and Finn and Rachel too, may be all I have left now, man. I’m not losing you because we were too shy to go to the bathroom together. I won’t lose you because of something that stupid, you hear me? I’m not losing you”
“Ok, Puck, I promise. We won’t split, not even for bodily functions. It’s ok, we are going to survive this” Kurt said, awkwardly patting his shoulder and trying to smile through his fears.
So, he was right, underneath all that strong façade Puck had been hurting too, he just had been a bit better at hiding it until the dreams started to come and the fears began to show themselves. Maybe he had broken down as he said, and that gave him a bit of an advantage at getting his emotions under control, but things were starting to hit close to his heart again and the pain in his eyes was overwhelming.
“You promise?” Puck asked with his eyes wide open and his pupils blown in the darkness.
“I do, I promise”
Puck took Kurt’s head then and brought their foreheads together while he recovered his breath from the terrified state he had woken up with.
“Thanks, man… and sorry for being so weird”
“It’s ok, it’s understand-“
The sounds of shouts and gunfire shook them from the lethargic air in which they had fallen, those little moments between being sleep and being awake, and threw them into fast motion. They waited no time to get their guns and look out the window, seeing nothing in the field of vision. Santana’s cries for help, however, directed them to the other side of the house.
Without thinking about it they ran out of the room and down the stairs to where they could hear the girl shouting for someone to stop, to come back. In no time they were out of the house, Lauren close behind them on the door.
Santana was in the middle on the road, pointing her shotgun at something with her good arm. The tears were running free down her cheeks while she shouted at someone to stop, to just stop moving, to get out of there, to come back.
And, down the street, was Brittany, walking fast towards what could only be her mother or sister if the blond hair was any indication, without listening to what her girlfriend was trying to say. The girl Britt was walking towards was on the floor, cradling one her legs while hissing to the girl, a hiss that Puck and Kurt could recognize everywhere.
Santana was crying, barely moving from her spot, only aiming at the woman on the floor when her eyes cleared, but unable to shoot because Britt was right in the middle.
Author:Narya
Rating:NC 17
Character(s)/Pairing(s):Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry, Burt Hummel / Puckurt, some bits of Klaine.
Genre:AU, drama, suspence, romance, gore
Warning:Character Deaths, violence, explicit sex, gore, zombies, infidelity
Spoilers:Season 2
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my computer, not the glee, not the characters, not even the zombies.
Author Notes:This is a WIP, consisting of drable-like chapters, can be found on my Lj, AO3 and Tumblr. So I'll give links to each. Also, English is not my first language so there might be some mistakes.
Summary:After a snow storm Kurt discovers that things have changed in Lima, everyone seems to have disappeared and there are dead bodies everywhere. When things start to clear out he will realize that the need to survive changes everything.
Word Count: ~1200
( The Hunger at
Narya) / Follow The Hunger Fic on Tumblr
Previous Parts Masterlist
Part XXIX
Given the amount of zombies they had seen on the way Kurt really thought that he’d spend more time shooting than resting, but it seemed that, whatever it was that was affecting their brains made it impossible to them to actually follow anything faster than them… or they just forgot about it as soon as they were out of reach.
The silence outside was terrifying, so Puck’ snores were almost welcome.
Sure, there had been some shooting, but every time a zombie so much as got close to the house one of the people on the second floor would manage to incapacitate him so Santana could blow their brains with a shotgun headshot at a really close range.
At some point Puck had actually woken up with the gunfire and, sleepily, fumbled over his bedside table until he found some earplugs, which he proceed to put on before going back to unconsciousness.
If it wasn’t for the dire situation they were in Kurt would have almost thought that a half asleep Puck was one of the most adorable things he had ever seen, but the situation was dire and as much as he wished he could forget about it, every minute that passed was a minute in which his father and step mother were still lost. In which he had no way of knowing if Blaine was alright, alive even, because there was no cellphone signal and it was impossible to know if this was something that had only happened in Lima or the whole world.
He really didn’t know how Puck was dealing with all of this. His mom and sister were out there too; he said he had freaked out while he was on his own, but all that had happened in the last few days must have been accumulating in his mind just like it was on his. The possibility of losing one of his best friends, Lauren, must have been a great strike and Kurt just wished he knew how to help him out.
But he really didn’t know how to do that when he felt so broken himself.
The quiet beep of his phone alarm going off rose him from that small trance he had fallen into and he went to the bed, so tired that he was sure he was going to be able to sleep no matter how stressed he had. It was barely two in the morning, but he hadn’t had a full night sleep the night before and all that running around was sure to tire him.
He walked to the bed and tapped faintly on Puck’s shoulder, who was moaning softly on the bed.
“Puck, wake up. It’s your turn” he whispered close to his ear, not wanting to break the silent spell on the house but not wanting to touch the earplugs either. The boy did it for him, though, taking them out and looking at Kurt like he was a ghost.
“Kurt? ... You are alive” the guy said, with such a relief in his voice that Kurt didn’t have a doubt that, whatever the boy had been dreaming, it must have been a horrible nightmare. A pair of strong arms enveloped him in a hug that he didn’t know if he couldn’t or didn’t want to escape from.
“What were you dreaming about?” he asked to the boy’s neck.
“I couldn’t find you. We were in the hospital and I couldn’t find you. I thought you were dead” Puck answered, taking Kurt’s head in his hands and looking straight to his eyes. “I don’t care where we are or what we are doing, you are not leaving me. If you want to take a leak or whatever, I’m going with you. I refuse to lose you too, ok?”
“Of course, Puck” he answered with a small nervous laugh.
“I’m serious, man. We don’t split. You need to take a leak, or a dump, or jerk off, or whatever the fuck you want to do, you go with me” he said, looking, by all means, serious about it. “You, and Finn and Rachel too, may be all I have left now, man. I’m not losing you because we were too shy to go to the bathroom together. I won’t lose you because of something that stupid, you hear me? I’m not losing you”
“Ok, Puck, I promise. We won’t split, not even for bodily functions. It’s ok, we are going to survive this” Kurt said, awkwardly patting his shoulder and trying to smile through his fears.
So, he was right, underneath all that strong façade Puck had been hurting too, he just had been a bit better at hiding it until the dreams started to come and the fears began to show themselves. Maybe he had broken down as he said, and that gave him a bit of an advantage at getting his emotions under control, but things were starting to hit close to his heart again and the pain in his eyes was overwhelming.
“You promise?” Puck asked with his eyes wide open and his pupils blown in the darkness.
“I do, I promise”
Puck took Kurt’s head then and brought their foreheads together while he recovered his breath from the terrified state he had woken up with.
“Thanks, man… and sorry for being so weird”
“It’s ok, it’s understand-“
The sounds of shouts and gunfire shook them from the lethargic air in which they had fallen, those little moments between being sleep and being awake, and threw them into fast motion. They waited no time to get their guns and look out the window, seeing nothing in the field of vision. Santana’s cries for help, however, directed them to the other side of the house.
Without thinking about it they ran out of the room and down the stairs to where they could hear the girl shouting for someone to stop, to come back. In no time they were out of the house, Lauren close behind them on the door.
Santana was in the middle on the road, pointing her shotgun at something with her good arm. The tears were running free down her cheeks while she shouted at someone to stop, to just stop moving, to get out of there, to come back.
And, down the street, was Brittany, walking fast towards what could only be her mother or sister if the blond hair was any indication, without listening to what her girlfriend was trying to say. The girl Britt was walking towards was on the floor, cradling one her legs while hissing to the girl, a hiss that Puck and Kurt could recognize everywhere.
Santana was crying, barely moving from her spot, only aiming at the woman on the floor when her eyes cleared, but unable to shoot because Britt was right in the middle.