End Of The World ( Dream SMP AU )

Bunker

*This is especially for the muffin that wanted to find out what's going on with Drista. Also this is a good chapter to mention that sometimes they may do things that seem, ooc. This is an apocalypse so the characters may do crazy things they'd never usually do.*

Drista had no choice but to surrender to the mysterious person. After all Dream taught her not to anger someone with a gun. Especially if you didn't also have one. Her hope was to do what this person wanted, until she could strategize an attack. She had already got into a physical altercation with this person. It's why she was covered in dirt. This person couldn't of started off with evil intentions, if they didn't take the gun out until now. Drista had even cut this person with her knife, and they didn't pull out the gun. So why now did they use their weapon? Were they really so desperate to get her to follow.

"Keep moving" the person whispered softly. They pointed the gun at Drista as they walked. This person would give Drista the directions, so she knew where to go.

Drista was led to an old cellar. She didn't know why it was here, or why she was here. She turned slowly to look at the person. If they weren't hooded, she would of got a good look at their face. "Why did you take me here?" The young girl tried to sound confident as she spoke. "Go on in, come on." They walked into the cellar, and the stranger lifted up a trap door. There was a ladder leading underground. Drista wanted to be amazed, but she was horrified instead. Underground bunkers are cool and all, unless you're being kidnapped.

Drista was forced to go down first, and she did. Though she caught herself start to panic. What if she never saw her brother again? She wished she didn't run away. The stranger followed her down and sealed the door again. "How do you like it?" They asked, lowering the gun. With the trap door shut, Drista wouldn't be able to make a quick escape. "I-I um..." Drista looked around. It was a decent size, it would be a desirable place to hide, in theory. Drista on the other hand wanted out, right now.

The stranger pulled their hood down. Drista looked up, confirming to herself that it was in fact a woman. The voice gave it away earlier but seeing her, confirmed it for Drista.

Her hair seemed to be dirty blonde, or maybe her hair was literally dirty. The ends were a faded pink. She must have had it dyed before the apocalypse started. "I don't want to hurt you...but I need you." She whispered to Drista, trying to make her less scared. Drista sniffled "F-for what?" The crazy lady walked to her, unarmed. "I'll tell you in a minute, are you hungry?" She offered the child something to eat. Drista shook her head quickly. "I want to go back to my brother now!" She yelled. "Of course sweetie. As soon as you help me, I can help you. Why don't you give me your name?" The lady sat down on a chair, offering Drista a chair also. Drista refused to sit with her. "Apparently people call me Drista, stick with that." She muttered. "Ah okay, I can use Drista, sure. You can call me Niki." Niki thought giving Drista a name would earn her some trust.

"What do you want h-help with then?" Drista decided to help Niki, in hopes to actually get freed. This woman didn't seem all there. She was a clear example of good people being driven to insanity. "Come here...I'll show you." Niki led Drista to a door, it was a separate room from the main area. "Please don't freak out, okay? You must stay calm, understand?"
Drista nodded, "yeah, I get it...what are you showing me?"

Niki unlocked the door with a key and opened it. The smell that hit them in the face, was unthinkable. Drista coughed and back away. It smelt like death, and that's exactly what the smell was. Drista looked into the room, and nearly had a heart attack.

Chained to a pole in the room, was a zombie. It didn't look too decayed, almost as if it hadn't been dead for long. Either way it scared Drista enough to make her hide behind the stranger. Niki smiled and walked in. "Don't be shy, he doesn't bite... except when he does."

Drista teared up as she walked in, assuming that's what she had to do. She had seen zombies before, she'd even killed a couple. Something about this situation though, seemed scarier. "Are you keeping him as pet?!" Drista judged her. Niki sighed and sat down at the desk in the corner of the room. Drista stood by the desk, since it was a safe distance from the undead man in the opposite corner.

He looked horrible, obviously. His eyes were sunken in and cloudy, his skin was grey and peeling off slightly. All things said though, he was physically in good shape for a zombie. That weirdly made it scarier. That wasn't natural, Niki had to of been tampering with the infection.

"He's not a pet, he's a friend. If you have to dehumanize him, call him a specimen." Niki pulled out a sheet of paper and started writing.  Drista used her big brain to theorize what was happening. Niki called him a specimen, he doesn't look like normal zombies. Drista came to a conclusion fast, Niki was experimenting on him. She mentally gave herself a pat on the back for using her brain, like her brother would tell her to do.

"You're experimenting then?" Drista asked, knowing she'd be right. How could it be anything else? "Yes, isn't it obvious?" Niki glared over to Drista, and then looked at the zombie. "I may not bring Wilbur back, but I can potentially cure others...it just may cost a couple lives." She mumbled the last part. Drista felt her stomach turn, the atmosphere was suffocating. She sneakily took a look at what Niki was writing.

Test 3: Drista
Age: 12-15
Treatment: Serum test 5
Success or fail:
Days survived after the contamination:

Drista turned as white as the mask on her face. She didn't know exactly what the paper suggested, but she had a pretty good idea. There was no way she was about to become a lab rat willingly.

"So Drista you'll help me right? Then I can take you back to your family." Niki stood up and put a hand on her shoulder. Drista started to shake, her heart racing increased. "I- I don't think I want to help. N-not if it involves me getting hurt." Drista turned to walk out the door. Niki was faster than her, shutting the door and locking it. She didn't seem so friendly now. "You WILL help me. You can't escape, we're underground!" Niki grabbed Drista and pushed her towards the zombie.

The zombified man reached out for Drista, being inhumanly hungry for flesh. Drista kept screaming, in fear for her life. Niki rolled up her sleeve forcefully, displaying her arm to Wilbur. Drista tried to pull away, and even kicked desperately. She tried to reach for the knife in her pocket, but Niki was faster again. Taking the knife and tossing it across the room.

Drista shut her eyes tightly and screamed for her big brother, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. "Clay! Please! Don't let me die!" Her cries only got more hysterical as she felt the pain in her arm. As the zombie sank it's teeth into her skin. "NO! AH! PLEASE! PLEASE! LET ME GO!"

Niki stared down, not able to watch. What has she become? What did this apocalypse turn her into? A monster.