Lance was a survivalist. Had been forced to turn into one if he didn't want to wake up one day to a nasty zombie trying to chew his head open.
For pretty long he had been fine on his own with just his trustworthy companions; an AR that had taken out more zombies than he could count, two hand guns - Nicanora and Aleja - and his squirrel Leo. It was a small stuffed animal attached to his backpack, mind you, but he had never betrayed Lance so he counted.
Then an odd group of mismatched individuals had turned up and was about to shake up the routine he had built for himself. And for the first time in a long time Lance felt like maybe, just maybe, he should give this group thing another try. He had just saved their asses after all.
- Part 1 of Zombie AU
The team has been together for a little over a week now and Lance was slowly getting the hang of having other people around him again. It took some adjusting but he now refrained from immediately taking out every single zombie by himself. It saved him a lot of bullets when one of the others took it upon themselves to get rid of those pests.
Not only that but he had the feeling they were slowly getting closer. It was nice to have others around him to talk to and depend on. If it weren't for those annoying zombies always ruining every single minute of peace.
- Part 2 of Zombie AU