Voltron Zombie Au

Chapter 1

That is what everyone looks like if you were wondering, but with shirts lmao

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    Lance was running through the woods trying to get back to the bunker. He heard footsteps behind him and sped up. He was sent by Shiro to go gather supplies from a shelter they had to abandon. His mission had failed, the place was still as infected as when the left it. Long story short he was now sprinting away from surprisingly fast undead people. Once the bunker was in sight he made the mistake of looking behind him. A horde of the undead were chasing after him. He picked up the pace not looking at where he was going and fell. That gave them just enough time to catch up with Lance. He tried to get up as quickly as possible, but not before they could get few gashes on his leg. He made it to the bunker, zombies still on his heel. He slammed and locked the metal door quickly. Panting heavily, he noticed his friends staring up at him.

    "Lance do you have the medical supplies?" Shiro asked. He was like the leader of the group. The team dad. He kept everyone together and organized the missions. His white bangs hung in his face and he moved the out of his eyes.

    "No, the place was just as bad as we left it."    

"Still? It's been almost a month. They should have left by now," said Pidge adjusting her glasses. She was the brains of the group, finding the most logical and safe way for their small group to survive. The little gremlin saved their lives quite a few times.

"Well they haven't," Lance stated. His leg was burning from the cuts, but he didn't dare say anything about them. If you got bit or cut by a zombie you would most likely get an amputation, and he did not want to lose his leg. That's what had happened with Shiro. He lost his arm only two weeks after the infection had spread. Then they had been allied with another survival group who called themselves The Blade of Marmora. They help Shiro by giving him a prosthetic arm, but now they had gone missing. Luckily, Lance's cuts hadn't been as bad as Shiro's, but he still didn't want to take the risk. "I was lucky to get out of there with barely a scratch."

"Speaking of a scratch," Lance jumped and turned to the voice behind him," what's that on your leg?"  It was just Keith. He probably went out scouting as he would normally do. He was the fighter of the group. He was quick with hand to hand combat, and extremely good with a sword he had managed to salvage. Well, it wasn't a sword. It's more like, an old piece of sharp metal with a handle-which is basically a sword.

    "I have no idea what you're talking about," Lance said moving his leg from Keith's line of sight. He quickly tried to change the subject, "Where's Hunk at?" He looked around for his closest friend in the group. The two of them had grown up together. Hunk was the engineer of the group. Him and Pidge make incredible inventions that have saved the groups lives countless times.

    "Don't try and change the subject Lance," Keith spat. He kneeled down and rolled up the pants leg. Lance winced and tried to pull his leg away, only for that to cause more pain.

    "Keith," Lance said through gritted teeth, "it's fine. I fell and got a scratch on my leg. It's nothing."  

Keith ignored him and continued to examine his arm," Lance are you sure about that?"

He rolled his eyes and yanked his leg away from Keith, wincing as he did so.

"If I say I'm fine, I'm fine!" He snarled. Oh- did I forget to mention that Keith and Lance had a "rivalry" going on. Even at the end of the world they couldn't go five minutes without trying to bit their heads off.

"Well forgive me for trying to make sure you wouldn't start craving human flesh, and then try to kill us!" Keith shot back. Lance glared at him and took a step forward getting in his Face.