❝You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell, you'll all be doing that.❞
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The End started, walkers overran the world, and you stumbled upon the scourge of the new society; an alpha, a leader, and a monster.
In that single momen...
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☣ 𝕰𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝕶𝖎𝖉☣
Kid leaned against the frame of the outpost, biting into a crisp apple as he watched some of his men unload Knut's horse, and cart the medicinal crates into the infirmary. His gaze ultimately drifted back to the sniveling omega by his side when he heard a terrified whine, though. The shorter male's face pale and clammy on the redhead, as if he'd just performed the 1600 meter on the track.
Kid couldn't help but cringe in distaste at that, his inner alpha growling in disgust at the other's putrid pheromones, just barely holding himself back from slamming the omega's face into the ground to keep his nose sanitized of the scent.
"Kid, I need to talk to you," Knut looked up desperately, meeting the tawny gaze of the alpha before he dropped it in intimidation, "In private." He finally finished, with a tone much lower than his initial one. Most likely from fear of the unreadable look on the redhead's face.
"Private, is it?" Kid took another bite of his apple, relishing the tart crispness of it as his eyes fell to the male below. A slight grimace marring his painted lips before he gestured to the factory building just beyond the train station. There was something about this omega that made his... blood boil, whether that be his punchable face or his sour pheromones, the alpha didn't know which it was that brought up his bloodlust.
Knut had wanted to talk to the redhead in the confines of his train, but knew it to be the only private area the alpha would restrict anyone from entering besides his closest men. However, the mere fact that he'd allowed entry to some lowly, piss-poor beta like you just brought up a possessive side of his omega that growled at the sight of his alpha with some shitty person like you. What was special about you when Kid had him? An omega with desirable pheromones? And an unmatchable strength. He could definitely deck your ass in three seconds flat, so why...?
His nails dug hard into the soft of his palms as he followed the alpha into a more secure location, his eyes fixed to the broad back before him; feeling something akin to lust flare up.
Kid was strong, tall, and reserved a monstrous side that Knut couldn't help but croon at. This man was far more ferocious than any other person he'd met, and he knew the instant he saw him, he would follow him; even into the depths of death. But that stupid fucking beta had to ruin everything for him.
Knut secretly frowned to himself.
Kid didn't need anyone, nor did he rely on the burden of emotions to steer him down the wrong path. He was the perfect alpha. The ideal monster. The Red Carnage of the West.
And it was by his wish that the stupid blonde, Killer, and that beta would die at the pharmacy, but he wasn't holding out hope; knowing just how tenacious that massacre soldier could be.
