The Hunger. Part XXXIV
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. I'm searching for a Beta, so if you want to beta this, please send me a PM or something? please?
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: ~1800
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Narya) / Follow The Hunger Fic on Tumblr
Previous Parts Masterlist
Part XXXIV
The biggest difference between Ottawa and Lima, it seemed, was the size of the town and the amount of destruction around. While Lima had seemed like absolute chaos, Ottawa seemed like hell. The three bridges that crossed the Ottawa River were barricaded with cars and there were huge signs warning people about flesh eating monsters.
After Kurt assured Puck that the store was just one street from the river, and that it shouldn’t take that long. They picked everything they had with them on the car (it would be ridiculous to leave so many weapons ready to be stolen) and started climbing the wall of cars, trying hard not to fall or get injured in the many broken windows. Just on the other river border they found the first body. It was mangled, it had a missing leg and the shape of what was left of his face was enough to make them loose their breakfasts on the asphalt, but it looked dead enough for them not to worry about it.
They started walking, down the somewhat clean snow, looking around them in a permanent state of alert.
The big and open yards around them were really useful to watch out, but it gave them the unpromising feeling that something wasn’t right, that they were about to be ambushed from somewhere, even if there really few places to hide. It just didn’t felt right to have a town feel so alone.
The industrial air of the land surrounding them, just factories and silos rather than houses and trees, made them feel eerie and insecure.
They held each other wrists while walking. They didn’t talk at all, the silence was too dense to try and destroy it with scared whispers.
There was a building to each side of the road, one was small, had a big parking lot and some letters named it Putnam County something or another; on the other side there was a long building, with its windows boarded up. As they approached East 2nd street, and got closer to the city, they started to put more attention to the sounds around them. Somewhere, inside a building maybe, something was growling and banging against a door.
They started walking faster, Kurt guiding Puck towards the small house that held the store. Tri-R-Guns stood in bold silver letters against a black background in a sign above the door. The door had been jammed with a dumpster and the growling came from inside the building. It was a low and violent growl, like that of a dog that is threatening to jump just any moment.
“What do we do now?” Puck asked. “Do we really need more guns?”
“It isn’t the guns, it’s the ammo” Kurt said, looking worried.
“Then let’s face whatever is inside. At least is not going to catch us off guard” he said, with a shrug.
“Let’s hope that the zombies aren’t intelligent and know how to use guns” Kurt said as he helped him take the breaks off of the dumpster’s wheels.
“Well… they haven’t learnt to put sun glasses, my guess is that they are dumb as a door” Puck said, doing the same before starting to push the dumpster out of the way with Kurt’s help. The thing was heavier than they thought, though the amount of trash inside should have been given them a clue about its weight.
As soon as the door was free it banged open, and Puck grabbed Kurt to get him out of the way.
A hiss could be heard as soon as sun light hit the zombies inside and for a while Puck and Kurt stood there, looking at the destroyed men in front of them.
It was at least three men, each in various stages of decay, smelling of death and rotten meat, with limbs hanging to their sides and patches of skin dangling from wherever they were bitten before turning. Their faces looked hungry, and they bodies emaciated, but mostly, they looked so violently murdered that just seeing them was scary enough.
Puck shot without doubting it. He just shot, not really caring about where in the body his bullet was going to end up, just wanting to do some damage.
A man fell to the ground with a groan, spluttering blood, and trying to get back up almost immediately.
The sound seemed to be enough for the other zombies to forget about the sun, though, and soon they were slowly getting out of the store, moving their arms while they tried to grab them. They were way faster than they remembered. Last night they hadn’t been that fast, at least it hadn’t seem so from the windows of his house. At the same time, though, he could remember Stanley and his strength, and the way that the kid had seemed able to go from one side of the hallway to them in less time than it should really be needed.
They kept shooting, but it was a bit more difficult to try and get their heads when the motherfuckers moved as much as they were moving. Shooting wasn’t that much fun when you were trying to dodge flailing arms at the same time. Kurt managed to get one hard enough to send him tripping backwards, and Puck was too overjoyed by it to notice the other one getting closer to him.
A fist got him in the head and sent him stumbling to the ground.
Kurt held one hand for him to grab, so he could get up faster, never leaving his eyes or the gun off the guy who punched him. Puck got up and shot again, this time getting him in a leg and making the fucker fall too. It was Kurt who finally killed it with a headshot, but by then the other two guys were getting closer.
They took some steps back, too conscious of the way that the growls increased around them. The guys in front of them weren’t the only ones in the city and it seemed the fire had alerted them about what was happening.
Kurt kept shooting, trying to keep an eye on the floor so he wouldn’t trip, and looking around from time to time to check that no other zombies were coming at them from new places.
“Kurt, duck” he heard, before doing just as he was being asked too. The sound of the gunshot too close for his ears, but body of the zombie that fell over him too close for comfort. He kicked and pushed him until he fell to the ground besides him, looking even deader with the snow around him.
“We are just loosing bullets. We have to shoot them in the head or they are going to keep popping up” he said before grabbing Puck and making him run with him.
“It makes me wish I had a shotgun” Puck wheezed behind him. There was an ugly bruise forming in the side of his head where the asphalt had broken the skin.
“There should be some inside the building” Kurt said, not even bothering to catch a breath even if he was getting tired, the bag a big weight on his back that he wasn’t used to. The zombies were still too close to them, not leaving them a moment of rest before they leaped at them, arms flailing and ready to grab them.
“They are out of it. Think we could run back, get what we need and blow them up after?” Puck asked, before strapping the bags closer to his back. The extra weight was starting to get too heavy.
“There aren’t many other options, I guess. Let’s run back”
They only ran straight ahead for a few moments before they took a turn, each on their own side, and ran back to the store. The zombies behind them had plenty of trouble turning that they lost them long enough to get inside and have Puck holding the door while Kurt got behind the counter and started taking everything he could think of.
He took Puck’s gun and changed it for a shotgun and did the same with his own. It meant less space in the bag, less weight or their backs and more chances to get out of there alive.
Ammunitions, guns, knives and everything he could find, all went inside the bags without even thinking about it. They’d have time to figure things out later; right now there was no time for thinking, just doing.
There was a banging on the door, and Puck’s hold of it was starting to slip.
“You might want to hurry up, dude” he said, his voice too thin and scared for Kurt’s liking.
“Just a few more drawers and I’ll be done” Kurt said, opening them and taking everything he could.
“There’s no time, man, they are crazy strong” Puck said. Kurt took the chance to see why his voice sounded so strangled, and found him holding the door closed with one foot against the wall as leverage.
“Ok, you’re right. On the count of three you let go and duck to the side, I’ll shoot whatever is behind the door” Kurt said, moving in front of the counter and looking straight to the door. Puck looked apprehensive, but nodded and prepared himself to do just as Kurt asked.
“One…”
Kurt aimed, straight to where Puck’s head was now. Puck swallowed.
“Two…”
Ready to bolt, ready to bolt, ready to bolt…
“Three!”
Puck let go of the door, ducked and rolled to the left, standing up as quickly as he could. The door opened and the zombies on the other side were already walking fast towards them. Kurt shot. He got one of them in the head, and he fell against the others, but it wasn’t enough. They sidestepped him and continued ahead, lured by the shadows and the warm bodies inside.
Puck charged his shotgun and shot. He got another.
Shot, and shot, and shot, and shot, and the zombies went down long enough for them to try to get out of the place. Someone grabbed Kurt’s ankle as he was passing the door, and he almost fell. He kicked back and stomped on someone’s face until he was free… and crashed against Puck who had stopped a few feet ahead of him.
“Why did you stop?”
“Look at the sky, Kurt… It’s sunset. These guys are coming out” he said, pointing to some building where zombies were starting to get out of windows and doors.
“Let’s run. Now” Kurt said, giving one of the bags to Puck. The crash of a window somewhere gave them the signal to start running.
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. I'm searching for a Beta, so if you want to beta this, please send me a PM or something? please?
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: ~1800
( The Hunger at
Narya) / Follow The Hunger Fic on Tumblr
Previous Parts Masterlist
Part XXXIV
The biggest difference between Ottawa and Lima, it seemed, was the size of the town and the amount of destruction around. While Lima had seemed like absolute chaos, Ottawa seemed like hell. The three bridges that crossed the Ottawa River were barricaded with cars and there were huge signs warning people about flesh eating monsters.
After Kurt assured Puck that the store was just one street from the river, and that it shouldn’t take that long. They picked everything they had with them on the car (it would be ridiculous to leave so many weapons ready to be stolen) and started climbing the wall of cars, trying hard not to fall or get injured in the many broken windows. Just on the other river border they found the first body. It was mangled, it had a missing leg and the shape of what was left of his face was enough to make them loose their breakfasts on the asphalt, but it looked dead enough for them not to worry about it.
They started walking, down the somewhat clean snow, looking around them in a permanent state of alert.
The big and open yards around them were really useful to watch out, but it gave them the unpromising feeling that something wasn’t right, that they were about to be ambushed from somewhere, even if there really few places to hide. It just didn’t felt right to have a town feel so alone.
The industrial air of the land surrounding them, just factories and silos rather than houses and trees, made them feel eerie and insecure.
They held each other wrists while walking. They didn’t talk at all, the silence was too dense to try and destroy it with scared whispers.
There was a building to each side of the road, one was small, had a big parking lot and some letters named it Putnam County something or another; on the other side there was a long building, with its windows boarded up. As they approached East 2nd street, and got closer to the city, they started to put more attention to the sounds around them. Somewhere, inside a building maybe, something was growling and banging against a door.
They started walking faster, Kurt guiding Puck towards the small house that held the store. Tri-R-Guns stood in bold silver letters against a black background in a sign above the door. The door had been jammed with a dumpster and the growling came from inside the building. It was a low and violent growl, like that of a dog that is threatening to jump just any moment.
“What do we do now?” Puck asked. “Do we really need more guns?”
“It isn’t the guns, it’s the ammo” Kurt said, looking worried.
“Then let’s face whatever is inside. At least is not going to catch us off guard” he said, with a shrug.
“Let’s hope that the zombies aren’t intelligent and know how to use guns” Kurt said as he helped him take the breaks off of the dumpster’s wheels.
“Well… they haven’t learnt to put sun glasses, my guess is that they are dumb as a door” Puck said, doing the same before starting to push the dumpster out of the way with Kurt’s help. The thing was heavier than they thought, though the amount of trash inside should have been given them a clue about its weight.
As soon as the door was free it banged open, and Puck grabbed Kurt to get him out of the way.
A hiss could be heard as soon as sun light hit the zombies inside and for a while Puck and Kurt stood there, looking at the destroyed men in front of them.
It was at least three men, each in various stages of decay, smelling of death and rotten meat, with limbs hanging to their sides and patches of skin dangling from wherever they were bitten before turning. Their faces looked hungry, and they bodies emaciated, but mostly, they looked so violently murdered that just seeing them was scary enough.
Puck shot without doubting it. He just shot, not really caring about where in the body his bullet was going to end up, just wanting to do some damage.
A man fell to the ground with a groan, spluttering blood, and trying to get back up almost immediately.
The sound seemed to be enough for the other zombies to forget about the sun, though, and soon they were slowly getting out of the store, moving their arms while they tried to grab them. They were way faster than they remembered. Last night they hadn’t been that fast, at least it hadn’t seem so from the windows of his house. At the same time, though, he could remember Stanley and his strength, and the way that the kid had seemed able to go from one side of the hallway to them in less time than it should really be needed.
They kept shooting, but it was a bit more difficult to try and get their heads when the motherfuckers moved as much as they were moving. Shooting wasn’t that much fun when you were trying to dodge flailing arms at the same time. Kurt managed to get one hard enough to send him tripping backwards, and Puck was too overjoyed by it to notice the other one getting closer to him.
A fist got him in the head and sent him stumbling to the ground.
Kurt held one hand for him to grab, so he could get up faster, never leaving his eyes or the gun off the guy who punched him. Puck got up and shot again, this time getting him in a leg and making the fucker fall too. It was Kurt who finally killed it with a headshot, but by then the other two guys were getting closer.
They took some steps back, too conscious of the way that the growls increased around them. The guys in front of them weren’t the only ones in the city and it seemed the fire had alerted them about what was happening.
Kurt kept shooting, trying to keep an eye on the floor so he wouldn’t trip, and looking around from time to time to check that no other zombies were coming at them from new places.
“Kurt, duck” he heard, before doing just as he was being asked too. The sound of the gunshot too close for his ears, but body of the zombie that fell over him too close for comfort. He kicked and pushed him until he fell to the ground besides him, looking even deader with the snow around him.
“We are just loosing bullets. We have to shoot them in the head or they are going to keep popping up” he said before grabbing Puck and making him run with him.
“It makes me wish I had a shotgun” Puck wheezed behind him. There was an ugly bruise forming in the side of his head where the asphalt had broken the skin.
“There should be some inside the building” Kurt said, not even bothering to catch a breath even if he was getting tired, the bag a big weight on his back that he wasn’t used to. The zombies were still too close to them, not leaving them a moment of rest before they leaped at them, arms flailing and ready to grab them.
“They are out of it. Think we could run back, get what we need and blow them up after?” Puck asked, before strapping the bags closer to his back. The extra weight was starting to get too heavy.
“There aren’t many other options, I guess. Let’s run back”
They only ran straight ahead for a few moments before they took a turn, each on their own side, and ran back to the store. The zombies behind them had plenty of trouble turning that they lost them long enough to get inside and have Puck holding the door while Kurt got behind the counter and started taking everything he could think of.
He took Puck’s gun and changed it for a shotgun and did the same with his own. It meant less space in the bag, less weight or their backs and more chances to get out of there alive.
Ammunitions, guns, knives and everything he could find, all went inside the bags without even thinking about it. They’d have time to figure things out later; right now there was no time for thinking, just doing.
There was a banging on the door, and Puck’s hold of it was starting to slip.
“You might want to hurry up, dude” he said, his voice too thin and scared for Kurt’s liking.
“Just a few more drawers and I’ll be done” Kurt said, opening them and taking everything he could.
“There’s no time, man, they are crazy strong” Puck said. Kurt took the chance to see why his voice sounded so strangled, and found him holding the door closed with one foot against the wall as leverage.
“Ok, you’re right. On the count of three you let go and duck to the side, I’ll shoot whatever is behind the door” Kurt said, moving in front of the counter and looking straight to the door. Puck looked apprehensive, but nodded and prepared himself to do just as Kurt asked.
“One…”
Kurt aimed, straight to where Puck’s head was now. Puck swallowed.
“Two…”
Ready to bolt, ready to bolt, ready to bolt…
“Three!”
Puck let go of the door, ducked and rolled to the left, standing up as quickly as he could. The door opened and the zombies on the other side were already walking fast towards them. Kurt shot. He got one of them in the head, and he fell against the others, but it wasn’t enough. They sidestepped him and continued ahead, lured by the shadows and the warm bodies inside.
Puck charged his shotgun and shot. He got another.
Shot, and shot, and shot, and shot, and the zombies went down long enough for them to try to get out of the place. Someone grabbed Kurt’s ankle as he was passing the door, and he almost fell. He kicked back and stomped on someone’s face until he was free… and crashed against Puck who had stopped a few feet ahead of him.
“Why did you stop?”
“Look at the sky, Kurt… It’s sunset. These guys are coming out” he said, pointing to some building where zombies were starting to get out of windows and doors.
“Let’s run. Now” Kurt said, giving one of the bags to Puck. The crash of a window somewhere gave them the signal to start running.