A/N: Hello everyone. So this is something I have been wanting to do for a while now, just wasn't able to do it. I also have to thank my beta reader (miss persuasion), since she definitely improves my story and I'm terrible when it comes to grammar.

This will be a future zombie apocalypse story, but it isn't going to be full of horror and gore. It will also be a story without magic in it. More I don't think I have to tell all of you for now. I just hope you like it and maybe you could even leave a review?

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Arthur ran, his eyes shifting from side to side as he held his bat so tight in his hands that his knuckles turned white. A loud growl came from his left and without a second thought he swung his bat towards it, hitting something hard. A loud and disgusting noise filled the air as the skull broke under the hit.

He stared at 'it' for a moment, at the undead, at what fiction calls a zombie, but he didn't look long, knowing that every distraction could mean his death. He returned to running, eying his surroundings with much attention and suspicion.

It had been two months since the world came to an end... Two long months filled with horror and death. According to the rumors it had all started in Japan before spreading to the rest the world, people biting and eating each other, but for him it all started at a business meeting halfway across the country. He had just signed an important treaty between his company and that of their strongest competitor when one of the assistants ran into the office, his whole body covered in blood while his eyes were death, all life had disappeared from them and Arthur immediately understood that something was terribly wrong. The assistant had bitten his boss and the only thing Arthur had been able to do was stare in horror at the scene. After that he ran, he ran like most people had, but unlike most he had survived. At first with a large group before their group became smaller and smaller until only he was left... So he had been running, hoping that his father was still alive, even though that meant he had to go all the way back to New York.

He was brought back from his thoughts as he saw three more undead running towards him and he quickly destroyed their heads, killing them instantly. The only way to completely kill them was destroying their brains. A small smile spread over his lips as he remembered all the zombie movies he had watched, in the end he was glad that he had.

The blond suddenly stopped as he saw something lying in the grass not far from him. He quickly made his way towards it, eying the object with a small smile as pulled it up. It was a motorcycle and he let out a small laugh of joy as he noticed the keys still in the ignition and after starting it he realized that there was still almost a full tank of gas in it.

He drove the bike further down the road until the darkness began to set, night was probably the most dangerous time of the day. So he parked the bike in front of a house, which he hoped was abandoned and quickly made his way inside. He searched the whole house and he let out a soft sigh of relief as he noticed that no zombie nor living human was inside.

He ate some of his scarce food as he read the map and figured out which road was the safest to take. It wasn't long before he decided to go to sleep, again making sure that everything was locked and that he didn't have to worry about being eaten while sleeping.

It was just after sunrise that he woke up. After breakfast and another quick look at his map he went back to his motorcycle. He quickly packed the few belongings he still possessed before getting back on the road again.

He had been on the road for almost the whole day when that same thought spread through his mind that had haunted his mind for the last couple of days. The last few days he hadn't encountered that many zombies, they seemed to have disappeared and it worried him. Lately they had started grouping together as if they were heading somewhere.

But he shook his head, he couldn't be thinking about that now, he just had to focus on keeping himself alive... he hoped that it wasn't all for nothing.

It was when he neared what seemed like some sort of medical building that he stopped, determining whether this was a good place to stop the night.

Not that he got much time to decide, because before he even realized what was happening, he felt something jump into him, throwing him off the bike. His head hit the concrete as the thing rolled further off the road. He quickly lifted himself up, but not without letting out a loud hiss when he felt his head, it hurt, but he didn't have time to pity himself at the moment. Arthur's head snapped around and his face clearly paled as he noticed a whole group of zombies coming towards him, the one that attacked him earlier also got up. There were too many for him to take out on his own, not that he wouldn't try. The blond took a deep breath as his grip tightened around the bat, slamming it into the head of the first undead that reached him.

But after he had taken out at least the half of the group he was overpowered and stumbled backwards, holding his arms up as he tried to protect himself, but just as the teeth were about to sink into his flesh he heard a loud bang, one he immediately recognized as a gunshot. The first shot was soon followed by multiple others and he heard the sickly sound of breaking skulls.

The zombies closest to him sank to the ground, bullets planted in their heads and Arthur pulled himself up grabbing his weapon and readying himself for another attack. His eyes ran hastily over his surroundings before he lowered the bat, all the undead lay unmoving on the ground.

His head snapped around, searching for his savior and eventually his eyes rested on a small black haired man not far from him, the handgun still raised as if he feared that more would appear out of nowhere. They locked eyes for a moment before Arthur hurried towards him, smiling as he saw the smaller man. 'Thanks.' Was the only thing that left his lips as his mind was still too shocked to say more.

The raven glanced him up and down, eying him with suspicion. 'It's fine.'

It wasn't really strange to see suspicion in his eyes, there weren't many people you could trust left in the world, but Arthur definitely didn't mean any harm and he wanted to show this to the other young man, so he offered him his hand. 'Thanks for saving my life, I'm Arthur.'

The other nervously accepted the hand. 'I am Merlin.'

Arthur nodded before his sight shifted to the sky, seeing that the sun would soon set. 'It's getting dark, do you have somewhere to stay?'

The smaller man narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked around. 'Do you have others with you?'

The blond shook his head as his eyes saddened. 'No.. they all.-' He didn't finish his words, knowing that the other would probably understand. His mind shifted slightly to the people he had lost on the way, Mary, Jackson, Olivia..., they had been the people closest to him. There was just too much death.

Merlin let out a deep sigh as he threw his arms in the air. 'Fine...' Arthur looked startled up at him. 'You can stay with me, it's not safe out here.' He eyed the motorcycle behind Arthur. 'Grab your stuff so we can go.'

Arthur did what he was told and soon followed the raven as he pushed the bike forward. 'So where are we going?'

The raven turned back to him, smiling slightly. 'I have been staying here since the beginning of the... end.' He said before he reached in his pocket, taking a small key out of it and unlocking the door. They walked inside and Arthur left the motorcycle at the entrance.

'Are you sure that they aren't inside?' He asked slightly panicked.

Merlin chuckled slightly at his words. 'You don't have to worry about that, the whole building is locked down.' Arthur frowned, not really able to believe that. The undead always found their way inside a building. The blond looked around, his eyes growing wide as he stared at all the equipment, it must be worth millions... at least once it was worth millions, now it was just junk, pieces of metal. They walked through the dark hallways and Merlin clearly knew where he was heading. 'We're here.' The raven said as he stopped in front of an door, slowly opening it as he let the blond inside.

Arthur blinked at the sight inside, the whole room was covered in papers and equipment. Several pieces of Merlin's own possessions were spread around the room and a few blankets and cushions were thrown together to create a makeshift bed.

'Why did you came here?' He asked as Merlin followed him inside.

The raven sat down on his 'bed' and eyed Arthur. 'I was here when it happened. I once worked here, together with...' The raven fell silent, his eyes growing sad as his hand reached for a ring around his finger, slowly turning it around his skin. Arthur eyed him doing it and he could feel the pain that the other man emitted, he had clearly lost someone important, like they all had. 'You can sit down if you want.' Arthur looked startled down at him before he did what was said.

They looked nervously at each other, not knowing what to say. There wasn't really anything to say besides the undead and trying to stay alive. 'What are you doing here?' Arthur asked, the silence was killing him.

Merlin sighed deeply as he stayed silent for a few more seconds before he looked at the blond. 'You may find me crazy, but... I'm searching for a cure.'

'A cure?'

'Yes... a cure to prevent people from turning into the undead.'

Arthur gaped at him. Yes, he had thought of finding a cure for this, but... doing that in all this mess, in the middle of this wicked world. And besides that he didn't even know how anyone was able to do so without electricity, but there was one question that he wanted to ask most of all. 'Prevent?... Wouldn't it be smarter to make something to turn the undead back into 'people'?'

The raven looked down, a tear welling up in the corner of his eyes. 'They're already dead. They can't be turned back, because they don't live anymore.'

Arthur unconsciously nodded, knowing that it was the truth. 'Are you close?' Merlin looked confused at him and so he added. 'In finding a cure.'

'I'm not sure yet, I... there is something that I don't fully understand yet and I don't have the right equipment to analyze it.' Merlin bit his lip. 'If only she was here.. she would have been able to find the cure.' The last he whispered and Arthur saw how those eyes drifted off.

'What are you planning on doing after that? Who do you want to give it to?'

'I'm planning on going to New York, there's a large settlement there.'

Arthur blinked for a moment as he processed these words. There were survivors in New York! Then there was a chance that his father was still alive. A large smile spread over his face and his eyes widened in joy. 'Then, please let me go with you! I'm heading there too... I'm hoping that my father is still alive.'

'What's his name... I mean, I had radio contact with them until a month ago when the batteries died, so I may know if he's there.'

Arthur smiled at him as he leaned closer to him. 'His name is Uther Pendragon, is he there? Have you heard of him? Please tell me he's there!' But as soon as he spoke his father's name he saw how Merlin's eyes widened in shock. 'What is it?'

'Y-you're Uther's son?... Morgana's brother?'

The blond blinked at him, he knew his sister, but... there was some sort of tenderness in his voice when he spoke Morgana's name. 'How do you know her?' He asked a bit startled.

Merlin's eyes shifted to the ring around his fingers as he took a deep breath, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. 'She was my fiancé.'