| CHAPTER NINE, No One's Ever Escaped From Alcatraz…And No One Ever Will |

Dinner the next evening was rather quiet within the McCall Pack. Yes, the Clare siblings were holding a rather boring conversation about the irritants within the cellblock. But apart from them, everyone was quiet. Cooper was his normal self: introverted to his own detriment. Danny was upset with having to sit next to Ethan, the latter of which was doing his best to apologize to Danny for leaving abruptly those years ago. Gage was giving Stiles the silent treatment because Stiles was giving Scott and Isaac the silent treatment. And Melissa, bless her heart, gave up hours ago at trying to figure out what was wedging itself between the long best friends' relationship.

"I said I was sorry," Scott said pleadingly, looking up at Stiles, who was glaring down at his paper tray of 'food.' After a moment, when Stiles only continued to twirl the fork in his noodles, Scott tried again. "Stiles, c'mon…" Again, nothing.

But then Scott watched some obscure movements across from him and Stiles looked up at Gage with a scowl: she had kicked him several times under the table. Her eyes bulged and she made a nod towards Scott, urging him to reciprocate the olive branch the alpha was extending. Stiles looked back down at his food but then sighed reluctantly. His eyes glanced up at Scott's angelic face and then right back down at his tray. "I know…I know you couldn't put a sock anywhere but…I just wish I had a little warning."

Scott nodded but couldn't help but smirk, too. "I'm sorry," Scott said, amusement sneaking behind his voice. Stiles looked up and shook his head, a smile breaking through his resolve.

"You're an ass," Stiles said.

"Just because you can't have mine—" Scott began to tease.

"Don't make me poison your breakfast," Stiles said with a kidding-frown. Scott only grinned wider. Suddenly, Isaac's phone's alarm went off and almost all of them looked at it.

"Shift starts in ten," Isaac answered, referring to his and Scott's police shift atop the power plant.

Scott immediately stood up, wiping his face with his napkin before leaning down and kissing his mother's cheek. "I love, you," he said as she smiled up at him. Isaac kissed her, too, and the pair proceeded to speedily walk out of the cafeteria.

— | WWZ | —

Scott and Isaac, after leaving the security headquarters-formerly the guardhouse-after retrieving their assigned rifles, continued along the northeast side of the island to the electrical-operations building. They made their way up the side of the metal stairs and relieved the last four hour-shift occupants and their eyes turned on like flashlights, two red and two yellow, each gazing out at the sea. Each of the security personnel was, after checking in, assigned an older semi-automatic Smith & Wesson M&P10 rifle, a small LED flashlight, and a short-wave Walmart-brand walkie talkie that contained only four frequencies. Alcatraz Island itself, however, was protected by an Oliver Hazard Perry-class frigate, the FFG-41 USS McClusky, which circumnavigated the island continually to prevent anything seafaring to come to the island.

"So this is fun," Isaac said first, his legs dangling over the side of the roof.

"At least we get some us time," Scott offered, taking a place on Isaac's left.

"There's that," Isaac said. "So, you and Reid," Isaac said with a smirk, only his eyes glancing over at Scott.

"Are a figment of your imagination," Scott finished.

"Tell your ass that."

"You know, you're the one who forced us—"

"Scott, I'm kidding," Isaac said, pulling the brunette into him. Scott didn't reply but his heart quickly settled. But when Scott's face didn't reflect the same, Isaac was forced to reassure him more. "Scott, I promise; I know you would never…leave me, cheat on me, whatever. Tyler and I just thought it'd be nice for you guys to get the tension out in the open. We wanted you to have fun…with our blessing…and I…I wanted you to experience something new. I promise I'm not mad. And I'll never hold it against you. I was just teasing…promise."

Scott nodded against his beta's shoulders and his heartbeat fully returned to normal. "I love you, Isaac. I just want you to know that."

"I do," Isaac said. He kissed the top of Scott's head through his brown locks and breathed him in. His heart fluttered at it all and the moment would have almost perfect until their radio clicked.

"Posts One and Three, over," came a voice.

"This is Post Three," Isaac spoke into the radio.

"Post One here," came another, "what's up?"

"This is Post Four. We might have a possible unauthorized ship approaching. Can you confirm?"

Both Isaac and Scott got to their feet and focused their eyes as vividly as possible. "Post Four, this is Three," Isaac began, "Confirm that sighting. Alert central?"

"Copy that, Three," said the voice from Post Four. "Doesn't appear to be slowing down either."

Isaac switched the frequency designated for central. "Central, this is Post Three. We have two confirmed sightings of a fishing boat headed for shore at full speed."

"Copy that, Three. Prep for combat. Alerting the frigate, over."

"Copy that, Central." Isaac lifted his rifle from the ground and clacked it, Scott following the same. Scott looked at him, though, an amused smile spread across his face. "What?" Isaac began, "Camden and I used to play with radios when we were younger."

"I'm glad you did," Scott said, bumping their sides together before they both took aim at the oncoming vessel, or rather where it would impact the island. Suddenly, four other security members appeared just south of that possible collision spot, each of them approaching cautiously. When the fishing ship finally did approach the shore, it did in fact slam head on into the shorter cliffside of the island. With their super-hearing, the couple heard a number guns clack, more than just the four taking positions near the ship.

But before Scott could look around to find all of his allies, he heard it. His eyes and attention immediately snapped back to the ship right when a zombie flung himself over board and onto one of the four. And that's how it began. The ship unleashed six more zombies and only one of them was taken down before the virus began to spread. All four guards soon succumbed to the fate the world was seemingly doomed to meet and the zombies were spreading out, hunting.

Scott looked over at Isaac right as he squeezed off a shot, nailing one in the front of the neck but not taking it down. "Shit," he swore, clacking another bullet into chamber. But Scott, stopped him from taking another shot.

"Central," Scott said, taking the radio from Isaac, "zombies are on the island. Repeat, zombies are on the island." The radio double clicked and Scott knew they heard it but were probably too preoccupied with the matter to respond fully. "We need to get back to the others," Scott said, looking behind them to the west to see the lights of the USS McClusky off in the distance—it could be all over before the navy could get there. Without thinking, Scott inhaled hard before letting out a full howl, causing Isaac's eyes to glow and his fangs to draw out. It was meant to warn the others, and soon the island-wide alarm followed.

They darted past the old water tower, only to hear a blaze of gunfire from inside the guardhouse to their left. But Scott and Isaac just pushed forward, rifles still in hand. They quickly made their way inside only to find the new residential building congested and filled with cries of terror. They forced their way through the crowds, past some other guards stations inside and found Derek and his pack. "Where're the others?" Scott said hurriedly. And Derek answered him, but it was drowned in the wailing high-pitched screams coming from behind them: the zombies had breach the residence and it would only be a matter of time before it would consume the building.

Derek pulled on Scott's shirt and soon the group of eight were pushing with the crowd, desperate to make their way through the hallway and outside from the southern exit. As they did so, the sound continuously got louder and louder, the cries of those behind them slowly dying and being replaced by a new sound.

The group finally made it outside, Derek leading them to the open parade ground and that's where Scott saw his own pack, mom, Stiles' dad, and the warlocks. Scott and Isaac handed Deaton and the Sheriff the rifles and turned to see only zombies rushing out of the building now. And they were snatching and darting and spearing at those left fleeing. Stiles and his father took several shots, Deaton struggling with the gun. The rest of the supernaturals took stances, ready to fight them off when they heard the familiar sound of saving grace above them. Three smaller helicopters were in bound, 20 seconds from being able to airlift as many people out of there.

So Reid and Tyler took it upon themselves to make up as much time as possible and caused the old lighthouse to crash down upon the residence, preventing any more from escaping the building. Tyler took Deaton's still-jammed gun and tossed it into the oncoming horde, flashing his eyes and causing it to explode and sending metal piercing into more of them. Rope ladders began to drop down from above and human survival instinct kicked in. The other two helicopters became preoccupied with people fighting over living another day while the packs, nearest to one ladder, began to send everyone up. When other people tried to fight for that one, too, the inner beasts came out in the form of visible fangs and claws and flashes of eyes.

"Reid, Tyler!" Scott cried, watching Tyler holding up an invisible barrier before him, Reid sending a great deal of the horde flying with chaos explosions from the ground. They turned when called and ran, past Scott, Derek, and Isaac. That's when fire from the sea came in: the USS McClusky began to unleash a barrage of machine gun fire from its four .50-cal mounts and heavier explosive fire from its single OTO Melara Mk 75 76 mm/62 caliber naval gun.

Derek began to climb first, not really able to get far because those of the packs that couldn't fit inside were resolved to hang on the ladder, Derek just under Tyler, under Reid, under Cooper, under Barrett, under David. "Scott, go!" Isaac yelled when some of the zombies made it past the oncoming fire. Other people were panicking and began to run from the helicopters, many jumping into the water and others hoping to outrun the horde by running north along the western-side of the island. Scott shook his head but the call of his name from Derek forced him to do otherwise. Isaac took a defensive stance, ready to slice through any on-comers. And that's when a shot from the frigate got too close. And that's when the chopper swerved to avoid the shot, indicating that it was leaving. And that's especially when Isaac was thrown backwards when the VULCANO shell exploded within range of the blonde.

"Isaac!" Scott cried, the helicopter just flying over the cliffside as he did so.

Author's Note: So that's it! Or rather, for a while. I hope you guys enjoyed this...I found this cross fun to work with and interesting when trying to play with the mechanics. Obviously, the cliffhanger indicates a sequel and there definitely will be. Bad news: it won't be released until after the release of the World War Z untitled sequel which-as of right now-I'm not even sure is in production. But there WILL be one...promise.