Street lights (DNF)

Unwanted company (CH.5)

Cw: a bit of ✨spice✨

George walked out of the freezer a little while after Dream. His eyes scanned the empty airport as he crept up to Dreams side, tugging at the bag and making sure it was secured to his back. He saw that Dream had the other bag lazily slumped across his shoulder. They cautiously exited the cafe, Georges eyes flickered from side to side as he crept. Georges eyes widened as he smelt something.. a disgusting scent of rotten flesh followed by a gurgle.

"George run!!" Dream yelled. George began running hearing the crunch of its teeth clattering against each other just behind his head. It seemed as if he would make it but tiredness tugged at the smaller boys legs and he quickly slowed down. Dream glanced back at him grunting and sprinting towards George at bight speeds, grabbing him and pulling him into his arms before running away in a flash. Dream was fast- unbelievable fast. It was crazy to think he was just an average man.. well an average man who has never shown his face and is currently surviving the apocalypse while dragging a brunette British boy behind him. then yeah sure.

George clung onto Dreams shoulders fearfully, grasping onto the lime green hoodie. he looked back at the zombie who was miles behind by now. Dream slowed down and came to a steady stop, flicking some rubble up into the air. George was panting terrified at the event that had just occurred so quickly. "Are you okay??" Dream asked tilting Georges face upwards so he could get a better look. His face reddened. "Yes- I'm fine dream" he put his hands on his arm.

Dream noticed his face and let out a small chuckled. He walked a few steps towards the city before bending down and opening the bunker. George heard the ladder fall with a cloud clang, and dream began to climb down it. George heaved off the heavy backpack that was weighting his shoulders down and handed it to dream before sliding down.

As George landed at the bottom with a small thud and prepared to take his shoes off, they heard quiet voices from in the distance. Dream dipped down ever so slightly and stared into the distance where small footsteps could be heard. Dream pulled up one leg of his sweatpants and pulled a knife from it.

Two men stopped at the end of the hallway facing them. You could see dream was clearly angry. "Who are you." He said in a low menacing tone, even enough to make George shiver. One who had a white headband fastened around their head out their arm in front of the other. "Woah woah there... we mean no harm- we're just survivors who thought this place was abandoned... we needed somewhere to stay" dream cast a look at George before back at the two. He put the knife back and he eyed them with the mask.

"Dude this guys mask is creepy as fu- OW-" you could hear the other murder before he was cut off by a small punch in the shoulder.
"What are your names..." dream questioned with suspicion at the edge of his tone, he pushed close the bunker door again. George walked over towards dream and stood just behind him. "I'm Sapnap- and this is Karl.. but you can call me nick if you want" he put down his arm and stood straight. "I'm not here to make friends.. you say you need somewhere to stay??" They nodded cautiously. "Ok.. you can stay here for at least two nights- then you leave"

Dreams voice was firm as he spoke and he turned to George. "We have a problem.. I'm afraid me and you will need to sleep in the same bed tonight." Georges teeth clenched shut and his eyes widened. "There's no more then two mattresses, they'll have to share one and so will we." Dream spoke up. This turn of events left George shocked once more. He grunted in hope that there would be a turn of events for him.. but sadly there wasn't.

Dream had already moved the other mattress into the storage rooms and unpacked the bags of food in the kitchen. George had given thorough warnings to the two men not to touch any of his clothes or there would be serious consequences for the both of them. George was in the storage room scrubbing his teeth and spiting into a bucket. Dream was already laying down, his mask facing the wall. George hesitated and sighed before sitting down by dream and shoving himself onto the mattress with him. It was tight and cramped, dream was pretty big.

The storage room was to Georges surprise cleaner to where they had previously been sleeping. George lay his head down on the pillow, his back facing dream. He could feel Dreams broad shoulders moving up and down slowly as he breathed. He could feel his face getting hotter by the second. He closed his eyes and attempted to sleep. George had never found it easy to get rest but now with a large man under the same sheets it was harder. Maybe because he wanted the same moment to last as he laid pressed against Dream, the person who had saved him... and- kissed him.

He wiped his thoughts away. 𝐈𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚- his thoughts were interrupted as he heard the squeak of the mattress as dream rolled around In his sleep and grabbed onto George. Pulling him into his chest by his waist. Georges face was bright red and his breath quickened. There was no way this was happening again. But George grew to like the feeling of being spooned by his friend. (sure George... friend) and relaxed.

He could feel Dreams hot breath leaking through his mask onto the back of his neck, George felt safe...calm, relaxed. And it wasn't long before he fell asleep.