The Hunger. Part XXXIII
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: ~1700
( The Hunger at
Narya) / Follow The Hunger Fic on Tumblr
Previous Parts Masterlist
Part XXXIII
Berlet Farm Services had 3 buildings among a lot of parking places. Two of them were up in flames, the fire melting the snow around them, leaving a muddy mess on the ground, and the smoke going south with the wind. The house were Kurt knew the family lived was fine, if it wasn’t for the blood spatters on the walls that talked about headshots instead of people cradling open wounds like they had seen everywhere else.
The sound of the ground under their feet instead of snow was weird, but welcomed, even if the heat rolling from the buildings made them wish they had left their jackets on the car. As long as they avoided the mud everything would be fine.
“That was the place where they sold and stored stuff” Kurt said, pointing to the biggest building, from which the fire was blazing with anguished noises from the wood. The crackling and the sound of the flames was so strong that Kurt wondered for a while if maybe the guy had been storing fuel inside, because after all that snow it seemed impossible that that kind of fire could stay that strong.
“So, there’s no ammo in here, right?” Puck asked, leaning on the car and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well… unless you have a death wish” Kurt said motioning with his head to the building in flames, walking over to the only building that wasn’t on fire just to examine the bodies. It was really strange to feel the heat rolling off on one side while the other still felt the cold wind blowing.
“No, not really. Do you have a death wish? Why are you leaving without a weapon, man? Where are you going?” Puck asked, trailing after him and handling him a gun.
“Sorry, wasn’t really thinking. I was going to see why were they dead and if there’s anything inside that we could use. I don’t really want this trip to be in vain” Kurt answered, shrugging. “We got the easy task here; while we are just going around in a car our friends are clearing a building. The least we can do is try to get as much as we can”
“Yeah, whatever dude, just don’t forget your gun in the car next time, ok? We don’t know what we might find”
They walked together to the house, now way more alert about their surroundings than they had been a few seconds ago. On the porch they could see a man on the ground, leaning against the wall under a blood trail. He had a bullet hole on his forehead and the blood from the wound had started dripping down his nose. He didn’t look bitten or infected at all.
Puck threw him a stone to see if it reacted, and waited until he was sure that the man wasn’t going to get up, before getting closer and trying to open the door. He started kicking it in the middle to make it move. Nothing happened. It must have been blocked.
“There’s a window” Kurt said, motioning to the left. “And there has to be another door somewhere” he added, but Puck wasn’t exactly listening to him. He was stripping the man against the door and covering his leg with his jacket, just before breaking the glass with a powerful kick. With aid of the stolen piece of clothing he took most of the glass from the frame and threw one of his legs inside the house, before smirking to Kurt, and sliding inside.
Kurt soon followed, careful not to rip his own jacket of whatever might have been left from the glass, and started walking inside.
The place smelled awful, like dead people. They didn’t understood before what the movies were talking about when someone said there was the smells of dead around, now they knew. When someone died all sphincters relaxed, and it wasn’t weird that some pissed themselves while cowering in fear. That was what death smelt like. It smelt like blood, and dirty bathroom. It smell like all those things humanity tried so hard to hide from their everyday.
There was a woman in the hallway floor, she had been wearing what only could’ve been pajamas, and the top of her shirt was covered in blood. There were a couple of broken vases and books, possibly thrown by the woman, next to the entrance door, which they unlocked from the inside before going back to searching the house. Someone had searched everything in that house, clothes were all around the place, furniture was upturned, and there was nothing for them to look at.
The walked to the back of the house, where the bedrooms were, and were startled with what they found in them; the house had four bedrooms, one master bedroom and three for the couple’s kids. The children had been asleep when whoever had attacked them came, and they hadn’t seemed to wake up with the shooting, at least not fast enough to run away; two of them had been killed in their beds, the other was in a corner, a Teddy bear in her hands.
Kurt couldn’t help but think of Stevie and Stacy.
“I don’t get it. They came in here, ransacked what they could and set fire to everything… but what was the need to kill them? Ok, maybe the adults I can get, but the kids? They aren’t exactly a threat” Puck said, after covering them with blankets and walking to the living room. “I can get the ransacking, we’ve done it too, but killing those kids? They didn’t even looked infected”
“Part of me gets it, though” Kurt said after a while. He sat in a love seat in front of a broken TV and looked at his hands. “I think I’d be able to do it”
“What is there to get, Kurt? Those kids were fine; they weren’t a danger to anyone… You can’t be serious” Puck said, looking at Kurt as if he were crazy.
“Stanley…”
“Stanley was dangerous, we both know it” Puck said, looking at him and willing him to understand “it’s different”.
“But…”
“No, Kurt, Stanley was good as dead already. He is better now than living like that”
“That’s just it, Puck. Look, I can’t look at those kids and not think about Stevie and Stacy. You saw them too, you know how bad they were, and you heard Sam talking about how strong Stevie had been” Kurt said, hiding his face behind his hands to compose himself a bit. “This isn’t a world for kids. I can’t help thinking that having a quick death, like those children in their bedrooms, is better than the alternative…”
“You’d rather die than…” Puck whispered, sitting next to him and throwing an arm on his shoulders.
“The other option… it’s too awful. I wouldn’t… I can’t…”
“It’s ok, Kurt. You’ll never have to suffer the other option, ok? I’ll make sure of it” Puck said, hugging him a bit tighter. “You have my back, I have yours”
They sat like that for a while, both too tense too think about anything but their fears and worries. They might have cried a bit, but neither said a thing if he saw the other rub his eyes or dry his cheeks. They just sat there, basking in the comfort of knowing that, as long as they had each other, they weren’t going to be alone.
“Let’s get out of here, the house smells like shit and we should get going if we want to be in Lima before sunset” Puck said after a while.
It was only when they were outside the house and securing their seatbelts that they talked again.
“Where to now?” Puck asked, looking at never ending flames.
“Ottawa. There’s a gun store there. I don’t remember any other around here, so…” Kurt said, starting the engine with the screwdriver.
“Do you think we’ll find more of this stuff?” Puck asked, looking at the fire.
“Dunno. Though I have no problems with the fires, really… I’m more worried about who ever started them. They are obviously a lot more worrisome than zombies if they can attack from a distance” Kurt said, looking slightly terrified for a second. Puck took his hand over the shift stick and gripped him.
“We’ll worry about them when we meet them, let’s not freak out ahead of time”
“Why are you so sensible and focused? I really can’t understand it sometimes” Kurt said with a sigh as he tried to relax.
“Guess I can’t have you breaking down on me right now. I’m depending a lot on you, and if you are fine then I’m fine. We can break down later, right?” he said with a shrug, but it was enough to make Kurt turn his head and look at the guy sitting next to him. There was a tension on his shoulders that hadn’t been there before, and some anguish around his eyes that just didn’t seem to vanish. Before he could think about what he was doing he left the wheel, took of the seat belt, and hugged Puck as hard as he could.
“We are going to make it, Puck. And we’ll find our families, right?”
“Yes, we will. I’m sorry. This is…”
“It’s ok. We’ll break down later, right?” Kurt said with a small shy smile.
“Yeah, later” Puck said with a chuckle.
“Ok, let’s go. Hopefully Ottawa won’t be a problem and we’ll be able to help our friends soon enough” Kurt said, strapping the seat belt across his chest again and, finally, pulling out of the drive way to go north.
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: ~1700
( The Hunger at
Narya) / Follow The Hunger Fic on Tumblr
Previous Parts Masterlist
Part XXXIII
Berlet Farm Services had 3 buildings among a lot of parking places. Two of them were up in flames, the fire melting the snow around them, leaving a muddy mess on the ground, and the smoke going south with the wind. The house were Kurt knew the family lived was fine, if it wasn’t for the blood spatters on the walls that talked about headshots instead of people cradling open wounds like they had seen everywhere else.
The sound of the ground under their feet instead of snow was weird, but welcomed, even if the heat rolling from the buildings made them wish they had left their jackets on the car. As long as they avoided the mud everything would be fine.
“That was the place where they sold and stored stuff” Kurt said, pointing to the biggest building, from which the fire was blazing with anguished noises from the wood. The crackling and the sound of the flames was so strong that Kurt wondered for a while if maybe the guy had been storing fuel inside, because after all that snow it seemed impossible that that kind of fire could stay that strong.
“So, there’s no ammo in here, right?” Puck asked, leaning on the car and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well… unless you have a death wish” Kurt said motioning with his head to the building in flames, walking over to the only building that wasn’t on fire just to examine the bodies. It was really strange to feel the heat rolling off on one side while the other still felt the cold wind blowing.
“No, not really. Do you have a death wish? Why are you leaving without a weapon, man? Where are you going?” Puck asked, trailing after him and handling him a gun.
“Sorry, wasn’t really thinking. I was going to see why were they dead and if there’s anything inside that we could use. I don’t really want this trip to be in vain” Kurt answered, shrugging. “We got the easy task here; while we are just going around in a car our friends are clearing a building. The least we can do is try to get as much as we can”
“Yeah, whatever dude, just don’t forget your gun in the car next time, ok? We don’t know what we might find”
They walked together to the house, now way more alert about their surroundings than they had been a few seconds ago. On the porch they could see a man on the ground, leaning against the wall under a blood trail. He had a bullet hole on his forehead and the blood from the wound had started dripping down his nose. He didn’t look bitten or infected at all.
Puck threw him a stone to see if it reacted, and waited until he was sure that the man wasn’t going to get up, before getting closer and trying to open the door. He started kicking it in the middle to make it move. Nothing happened. It must have been blocked.
“There’s a window” Kurt said, motioning to the left. “And there has to be another door somewhere” he added, but Puck wasn’t exactly listening to him. He was stripping the man against the door and covering his leg with his jacket, just before breaking the glass with a powerful kick. With aid of the stolen piece of clothing he took most of the glass from the frame and threw one of his legs inside the house, before smirking to Kurt, and sliding inside.
Kurt soon followed, careful not to rip his own jacket of whatever might have been left from the glass, and started walking inside.
The place smelled awful, like dead people. They didn’t understood before what the movies were talking about when someone said there was the smells of dead around, now they knew. When someone died all sphincters relaxed, and it wasn’t weird that some pissed themselves while cowering in fear. That was what death smelt like. It smelt like blood, and dirty bathroom. It smell like all those things humanity tried so hard to hide from their everyday.
There was a woman in the hallway floor, she had been wearing what only could’ve been pajamas, and the top of her shirt was covered in blood. There were a couple of broken vases and books, possibly thrown by the woman, next to the entrance door, which they unlocked from the inside before going back to searching the house. Someone had searched everything in that house, clothes were all around the place, furniture was upturned, and there was nothing for them to look at.
The walked to the back of the house, where the bedrooms were, and were startled with what they found in them; the house had four bedrooms, one master bedroom and three for the couple’s kids. The children had been asleep when whoever had attacked them came, and they hadn’t seemed to wake up with the shooting, at least not fast enough to run away; two of them had been killed in their beds, the other was in a corner, a Teddy bear in her hands.
Kurt couldn’t help but think of Stevie and Stacy.
“I don’t get it. They came in here, ransacked what they could and set fire to everything… but what was the need to kill them? Ok, maybe the adults I can get, but the kids? They aren’t exactly a threat” Puck said, after covering them with blankets and walking to the living room. “I can get the ransacking, we’ve done it too, but killing those kids? They didn’t even looked infected”
“Part of me gets it, though” Kurt said after a while. He sat in a love seat in front of a broken TV and looked at his hands. “I think I’d be able to do it”
“What is there to get, Kurt? Those kids were fine; they weren’t a danger to anyone… You can’t be serious” Puck said, looking at Kurt as if he were crazy.
“Stanley…”
“Stanley was dangerous, we both know it” Puck said, looking at him and willing him to understand “it’s different”.
“But…”
“No, Kurt, Stanley was good as dead already. He is better now than living like that”
“That’s just it, Puck. Look, I can’t look at those kids and not think about Stevie and Stacy. You saw them too, you know how bad they were, and you heard Sam talking about how strong Stevie had been” Kurt said, hiding his face behind his hands to compose himself a bit. “This isn’t a world for kids. I can’t help thinking that having a quick death, like those children in their bedrooms, is better than the alternative…”
“You’d rather die than…” Puck whispered, sitting next to him and throwing an arm on his shoulders.
“The other option… it’s too awful. I wouldn’t… I can’t…”
“It’s ok, Kurt. You’ll never have to suffer the other option, ok? I’ll make sure of it” Puck said, hugging him a bit tighter. “You have my back, I have yours”
They sat like that for a while, both too tense too think about anything but their fears and worries. They might have cried a bit, but neither said a thing if he saw the other rub his eyes or dry his cheeks. They just sat there, basking in the comfort of knowing that, as long as they had each other, they weren’t going to be alone.
“Let’s get out of here, the house smells like shit and we should get going if we want to be in Lima before sunset” Puck said after a while.
It was only when they were outside the house and securing their seatbelts that they talked again.
“Where to now?” Puck asked, looking at never ending flames.
“Ottawa. There’s a gun store there. I don’t remember any other around here, so…” Kurt said, starting the engine with the screwdriver.
“Do you think we’ll find more of this stuff?” Puck asked, looking at the fire.
“Dunno. Though I have no problems with the fires, really… I’m more worried about who ever started them. They are obviously a lot more worrisome than zombies if they can attack from a distance” Kurt said, looking slightly terrified for a second. Puck took his hand over the shift stick and gripped him.
“We’ll worry about them when we meet them, let’s not freak out ahead of time”
“Why are you so sensible and focused? I really can’t understand it sometimes” Kurt said with a sigh as he tried to relax.
“Guess I can’t have you breaking down on me right now. I’m depending a lot on you, and if you are fine then I’m fine. We can break down later, right?” he said with a shrug, but it was enough to make Kurt turn his head and look at the guy sitting next to him. There was a tension on his shoulders that hadn’t been there before, and some anguish around his eyes that just didn’t seem to vanish. Before he could think about what he was doing he left the wheel, took of the seat belt, and hugged Puck as hard as he could.
“We are going to make it, Puck. And we’ll find our families, right?”
“Yes, we will. I’m sorry. This is…”
“It’s ok. We’ll break down later, right?” Kurt said with a small shy smile.
“Yeah, later” Puck said with a chuckle.
“Ok, let’s go. Hopefully Ottawa won’t be a problem and we’ll be able to help our friends soon enough” Kurt said, strapping the seat belt across his chest again and, finally, pulling out of the drive way to go north.