The Hunger. Part XXXII
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: ~1500
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Previous Parts Masterlist
Part XXXII
Lynn’s Pawn Shop was a corner store, at Main and Mc Kibben. It had a yellow stone-like cladding and an awful lettering naming the store Lynn’s. The glass on the door was broken, but the security screen door was still tightly in place. Even if parts of the design were bent out of shape like someone had tried to hit it until it broke. Luckily for them, it hadn’t.
The lock on the aluminum frame that was left after the glass was broken was easily picked, by a grumpy Kurt while an amused Puck watched the streets.
“I really hated this place” Kurt said, before opening the door and starting to pick on the security screen.
“Why? Looks like a pretty normal place” Puck said, his eyes never leaving the roads.
“Lynn was an alright guy I guess, but then he died and his widow took over, and was a bitch. She always looked at me like I was supposed to be buying one of her overpriced pieces of jewelry for girls, and buying ammo to look manlier” Kurt said, after finishing with that lock and opening the door with a kick. Puck was right behind him, flashlight pointing inside and gun at the ready. “That and she had the most overpriced items I’ve ever seen. I don’t even know if she sold anything the way she was going”
“Looks like you actually knew her” Puck said, looking at the store from outside still, without even trying to get in.
“My dad always forgot stuff before he went hunting, so it was up to me to buy these things more often than not” he answered, before going behind the counter and started looking around, between boxes full of uninteresting stuff and things that there was no way they’d work now with no electric power. “It’s curious the amount of people you get to know in a city like this. It’s even worse when you realize how many of them hate you without even knowing you”
It was under the counter, behind some paint gallons, that Kurt seemed to find what he was looking for. He fell to his knees and opened one of the messenger bags he had with him, to throw everything he could find inside. He didn’t even pause to look to the caliber of the rounds, or if the box was unopened or not. He doubted that, while in danger, he was going to stop and considerate the difference between hollow-pointed bullets and common ones. He took as many buckshot rounds for the shotgun and bullets for the riffles as he could find, but there weren’t many. He didn’t even remember all the calibers of the arms they had, so he didn’t bother with trying, besides, he didn’t want to have to come back to this awful place just because he took things that didn’t match the guns.
He just took everything he found and put it on one of the bags.
With a second thought he broke the glass covering the guns and took those as well, placing them on the other bag. It was better to have a few too many than not enough for all of them.
“Ok, I think we are done with the ammo here, and I got some extra guns” Kurt said, as soon as he reached the door. Puck turned to look at him, with something in his eyes that he just couldn’t explain, and went to the car. Kurt followed, knowing that asking wouldn’t really give him answers this time, at least, not until Puck decided to talk.
It had taken a lot of will to leave the Nav in Finn’s hands (it was bigger, so they’d be able to carry more people to McKinley and more stuff from the house) and go with the hotwired car that he and Rachel had been using the day before. Right now, trying to start it with a screwdriver he was regretting the choice.
“So, do we have to go to Wapakoneta anyway or not?” Puck asked, slipping into his seat and tugging at the seat belt as soon as Kurt glared at him.
“I got everything they had, which was plenty, but just seeing how many rounds we used yesterday… I think it would last us about a week. Either people start learning to aim, or we’ll need a lot more than we got if we want to last more than that” Kurt answered, finally starting the engine and looking around more in a reflex than because he had heard anything.
The perpetual silence was still around.
There was a barely clothed body in front of the night club across the street. A girl, no more than twenty he guessed, who had died instead of being infected, and who had turned into dinner immediately after. He has seen too many people like that on the road from Dalton, so the sight wasn’t as strange now as it had been then, and the gag reflex wasn’t as strong, but it was still weird to start realizing that this was reality now and he had to accept it. He hasn’t going to wake up from that awful nightmare any time soon.
“Wapakoneta it is then” Puck said, waking him up from his trance.
They drove in silence. The only noise around was the engine and the snow under the wheels. It took about an hour to get to Wapakoneta instead of half, mostly because of the car crashes that still obstructed the way and because the snow hadn’t stopped falling in some places, so it was still as dangerous as it had been that Sunday night. At least there was daylight now.
He couldn’t even imagine how awful it would have been if something had tried to get to his car that night. He doubted he’d be alive by now if that was the case.
They were just rounding Wapakoneta, in the middle of the US-33 when Puck started talking again, breaking the silence that surrounded them, and the silence he had fallen into since going out of Lima.
“Look, about that kiss…” he started, obviously uncomfortable.
“It’s ok, Puck, we are in a weird set of mind right now and under a lot of stress. It should be obvious that we are going to do things that we are going to regret in the morning” Kurt interrupted him. If his hands were gripping the steering wheel too tight, it was just because of how difficult it was to drive in that junk of a car in the middle of the snow.
Really, it was just that.
“I don’t regret it” Puck said, looking at him so directly that Kurt was tempted to stop the car right there and have a discussion about what did he meant, but he didn’t dare to look at him, not if he was going to say stuff like that. “Sure, you have a boyfriend or whatever, and that’s kind of crappy of me. I did say I’d try not to want people who were in relationships… but I don’t regret it”
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Puck”
“Nothing, I just wanted you to know that. I mean, we are in a shitty situation and stuff like me thinking all night about wanting to fuck you is bound to make us feel uncomfortable if we keep it hidden, I guess” Puck says, shrugging as if what he said didn’t really matter, but Kurt could see the way his shoulders were tensed and the way his jaw muscles were pulling the skin against it. This did matter, as much as he tried to be nonchalant about it.
“Besides, it was a nice kiss. Wasn’t it?” he added after a minute, looking at Kurt with such a goofy smile that he couldn’t help but smile and laugh too.
“Yeah, it was a nice kiss. It lasted so little, though. I don’t know what that says about your supposed prowess in bed” Kurt answered, trying to lighten up the mood a little.
“Oh, man, don’t dare me to prove things. I’m trying to be honorable here” Puck whined, letting his head fall to the glass.
Kurt laughed, going left on Bay Road, and trying to avoid a few car crashes on the exit from the US-33. There was a huge column of smoke ahead of them.
“Please tell me it’s not the dealer’s place” Puck asked, whistling as he saw the way the smoke rose to meet the sky.
“I don’t know, but it looks like it might”
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: ~1500
( The Hunger at
Narya) / Follow The Hunger Fic on Tumblr
Previous Parts Masterlist
Part XXXII
Lynn’s Pawn Shop was a corner store, at Main and Mc Kibben. It had a yellow stone-like cladding and an awful lettering naming the store Lynn’s. The glass on the door was broken, but the security screen door was still tightly in place. Even if parts of the design were bent out of shape like someone had tried to hit it until it broke. Luckily for them, it hadn’t.
The lock on the aluminum frame that was left after the glass was broken was easily picked, by a grumpy Kurt while an amused Puck watched the streets.
“I really hated this place” Kurt said, before opening the door and starting to pick on the security screen.
“Why? Looks like a pretty normal place” Puck said, his eyes never leaving the roads.
“Lynn was an alright guy I guess, but then he died and his widow took over, and was a bitch. She always looked at me like I was supposed to be buying one of her overpriced pieces of jewelry for girls, and buying ammo to look manlier” Kurt said, after finishing with that lock and opening the door with a kick. Puck was right behind him, flashlight pointing inside and gun at the ready. “That and she had the most overpriced items I’ve ever seen. I don’t even know if she sold anything the way she was going”
“Looks like you actually knew her” Puck said, looking at the store from outside still, without even trying to get in.
“My dad always forgot stuff before he went hunting, so it was up to me to buy these things more often than not” he answered, before going behind the counter and started looking around, between boxes full of uninteresting stuff and things that there was no way they’d work now with no electric power. “It’s curious the amount of people you get to know in a city like this. It’s even worse when you realize how many of them hate you without even knowing you”
It was under the counter, behind some paint gallons, that Kurt seemed to find what he was looking for. He fell to his knees and opened one of the messenger bags he had with him, to throw everything he could find inside. He didn’t even pause to look to the caliber of the rounds, or if the box was unopened or not. He doubted that, while in danger, he was going to stop and considerate the difference between hollow-pointed bullets and common ones. He took as many buckshot rounds for the shotgun and bullets for the riffles as he could find, but there weren’t many. He didn’t even remember all the calibers of the arms they had, so he didn’t bother with trying, besides, he didn’t want to have to come back to this awful place just because he took things that didn’t match the guns.
He just took everything he found and put it on one of the bags.
With a second thought he broke the glass covering the guns and took those as well, placing them on the other bag. It was better to have a few too many than not enough for all of them.
“Ok, I think we are done with the ammo here, and I got some extra guns” Kurt said, as soon as he reached the door. Puck turned to look at him, with something in his eyes that he just couldn’t explain, and went to the car. Kurt followed, knowing that asking wouldn’t really give him answers this time, at least, not until Puck decided to talk.
It had taken a lot of will to leave the Nav in Finn’s hands (it was bigger, so they’d be able to carry more people to McKinley and more stuff from the house) and go with the hotwired car that he and Rachel had been using the day before. Right now, trying to start it with a screwdriver he was regretting the choice.
“So, do we have to go to Wapakoneta anyway or not?” Puck asked, slipping into his seat and tugging at the seat belt as soon as Kurt glared at him.
“I got everything they had, which was plenty, but just seeing how many rounds we used yesterday… I think it would last us about a week. Either people start learning to aim, or we’ll need a lot more than we got if we want to last more than that” Kurt answered, finally starting the engine and looking around more in a reflex than because he had heard anything.
The perpetual silence was still around.
There was a barely clothed body in front of the night club across the street. A girl, no more than twenty he guessed, who had died instead of being infected, and who had turned into dinner immediately after. He has seen too many people like that on the road from Dalton, so the sight wasn’t as strange now as it had been then, and the gag reflex wasn’t as strong, but it was still weird to start realizing that this was reality now and he had to accept it. He hasn’t going to wake up from that awful nightmare any time soon.
“Wapakoneta it is then” Puck said, waking him up from his trance.
They drove in silence. The only noise around was the engine and the snow under the wheels. It took about an hour to get to Wapakoneta instead of half, mostly because of the car crashes that still obstructed the way and because the snow hadn’t stopped falling in some places, so it was still as dangerous as it had been that Sunday night. At least there was daylight now.
He couldn’t even imagine how awful it would have been if something had tried to get to his car that night. He doubted he’d be alive by now if that was the case.
They were just rounding Wapakoneta, in the middle of the US-33 when Puck started talking again, breaking the silence that surrounded them, and the silence he had fallen into since going out of Lima.
“Look, about that kiss…” he started, obviously uncomfortable.
“It’s ok, Puck, we are in a weird set of mind right now and under a lot of stress. It should be obvious that we are going to do things that we are going to regret in the morning” Kurt interrupted him. If his hands were gripping the steering wheel too tight, it was just because of how difficult it was to drive in that junk of a car in the middle of the snow.
Really, it was just that.
“I don’t regret it” Puck said, looking at him so directly that Kurt was tempted to stop the car right there and have a discussion about what did he meant, but he didn’t dare to look at him, not if he was going to say stuff like that. “Sure, you have a boyfriend or whatever, and that’s kind of crappy of me. I did say I’d try not to want people who were in relationships… but I don’t regret it”
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Puck”
“Nothing, I just wanted you to know that. I mean, we are in a shitty situation and stuff like me thinking all night about wanting to fuck you is bound to make us feel uncomfortable if we keep it hidden, I guess” Puck says, shrugging as if what he said didn’t really matter, but Kurt could see the way his shoulders were tensed and the way his jaw muscles were pulling the skin against it. This did matter, as much as he tried to be nonchalant about it.
“Besides, it was a nice kiss. Wasn’t it?” he added after a minute, looking at Kurt with such a goofy smile that he couldn’t help but smile and laugh too.
“Yeah, it was a nice kiss. It lasted so little, though. I don’t know what that says about your supposed prowess in bed” Kurt answered, trying to lighten up the mood a little.
“Oh, man, don’t dare me to prove things. I’m trying to be honorable here” Puck whined, letting his head fall to the glass.
Kurt laughed, going left on Bay Road, and trying to avoid a few car crashes on the exit from the US-33. There was a huge column of smoke ahead of them.
“Please tell me it’s not the dealer’s place” Puck asked, whistling as he saw the way the smoke rose to meet the sky.
“I don’t know, but it looks like it might”