A/B/O Apocalypse~ Dream×George×Sapnap

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We were riding on horseback along a beaten dirt path, scoping out the land. Sweat drips from my brow to the mask covering my face, dampening it's fabric.

I see a plume of smoke dancing across the tree tops and gesture to Sapnap to make our way over. Our horses trot forward in response to us yanking their reign, and we take in the view. I see some houses and men working, who perk up upon hearing our horses hooves thump.

One of the men push open the gate aggressively and stride up to us, looking stern. His wavy dark brown hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, and deep ebony eyes pop out against his pale skin.

"What do you need?" He asks, dusting his gloved hands on his jeans. The British accent takes me by surprise, as we are in Florida, in a goddamn apocalypse. He takes a breath of the air and his nose scrunches, obviously smelling my alpha scent, and his face goes even darker.

"Name's Dream. Saw the smoke, figured we'd see if there were any living people." I hop off my horse, and stare down at the man.

"How do we know you're trustworthy, huh?" He asks, voice false deep, trying to intimidate me.. his short stature making that impossible. My lips crook into a half smile, hidden under my mask.

"You don't know. We could be here to loot." I say haphazardly, looking around their camp. A few other men peer at me from their positions, some in the middle of cooking, and gardening. A teen stays along the outskirts of their camp, studying berry bushes and the leaves on them.

"Dream was it? Why are you here?" He then gestures to the scattered men. "We have more than enough people here." A throat is cleared and a much taller man comes over to see whats going on. I extend my hand forward and he accepts. His grip is rough and firm. Another alpha, probably the leader of this settlement.

We shake tightly, and make eye contact. "Dream." "Wilbur." He gestures to himself and then nods to the shorter man. "George." He releases my hand and stares behind me. I turn and see Sapnap hop off his horse, coming over to join the conversation.

"We aren't here to stir up issues, just scoping out the land, looking to set up camp, maybe find some allies." Sapnap explains. My focus wanders back to the teen, and I see an undead approaching him. He's separated from the group, infatuated with the berry bush, and scribbling down notes. The undead stumbles over too close to the teen and I whip out my pistol.

George and Wilbur pull out their weapons hastily, ready to defend, but I shoot before they can react. They spin around to see what I shot. The bullet went through the undeads skull, it's blood splattering on the teen. The shot makes him emit a high pitched scream, the undead falls forward against him, the weight of the corpse knocks him over, and he falls, being trapped underneath the now fully deceased creature.

"Tubbo!" Another teen stops what he was doing to rush over to him, kicking the undead off if his friend and helps him up. The two men, George and Wilbur, still have their guns drawn, looking skeptical. I set my gun to the ground and kick it to them, putting my arms up and gesturing for Sapnap to do the same.

"Why did you do that? You could've let him die." Wilbur questions. "You don't know him or any of us. We could be bad people." He looks relieved though still uneasy.

"I saw it getting close. I can't just let some kid die, what do you take me for?" I snap back. They lower their weapons and return them to their holsters, and George hands mine back.

"What's his name?" George asks, pointing Sapnap's gun handle at him, and handing it to him.

"Sapnap." He speaks up, introducing himself. Before the outbreak he was normally loud and obnoxious and typically is when it's just us two, but his demeanor changed, becoming calm as if to make a good impression. He extends his hand toward George, and they shake.