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There was no one else at Beacon Hills. Everyone had gotten infected. With a few exceptions. Scott’s pack being one of them.
They were rumaging through an abandoned thrift shop, looking for clothes to wear. Then, a scent hit Scott.
Stiles'.
Stiles had been missing even before the virus breakout. He was driving to school one day and just disappeared. No one knew where he was. Scott looked for him incessantly. He would never stop looking for his best friend.
When Stiles' unique scent hit him, he immediatly started to look for a trail. When he followed it, he found a shirt thrown on the ground. Scott grabbed it and brought it to the others.
"Guys! Stiles' been here!"
Lydia immediatly went to Scott, eyeing the dirty shirt. "Are you sure, Scott? I mean, it's been months since we last saw him. And I don't know if he'd be immune to the virus. I think only the surpernaturals are."
Scott shook his head. "I know he's alive. His scent is still here. He passed through here."
"Stiles? You mean your missing friend?" Alisson walked up to them. She still didn’t meet Stiles yet. But of what she heard of him through Scott, he seemed like a good person.
"Skinny, defenseless, Stiles. Is alive. Is that whay you're saying?" Derek raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing Scott.
"Yes! He is alive. And I'll look for him right now." Scott’s eyes hardened with determination and he started to follow Stiles' scent trail again.
"Isn’t that what we've been doing for these past few months?" Liam muttered, begrudgingly following.
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After a few hours of walking under the scorching sun, the group stopped in front of an abandoned zoo that was closed year ago.
"You think he's here?" Kira stepped up beside Scott.
He gave a nod. "I know it."
Scott opened the door, which creaked loudly, making most of them wince.
Suddenly, a massive wolf-thing was standing ahead, it's body black against the afternoon light.
Scott and the others tensed, already preparing themselves for a fight. The wolf suddenly lunged at them at high speed, surprising everyone. They had never seen a wolf that big and that fast.
He was about to lunge too when a voice stopped both of them, but it was actually meant to only stop the animal. "Roscoe!"
It was... familiar.
The wolf turned it's head to the owner of the voice, who ran towards it.
Scott’s breath hitched.
The other person's eyes widened.
It was Stiles.