The Walking Youtubers

Wake Up

                                                                  Marks POV

I smile and look around at the familiar scenery around me, my kitchen, my Unus Annus sweater, and my best friend, Ethan Nestor. We were cleaning up from our DIY cheese video, both humming the dance of Italy song as we did. Another Unus Annus video down, all with my friend. Life was good

"Hey, Mark?" Ethan says as he looks over at me

"Yeah?" I don't look up from washing the cheese milk filled pots

"We'll be friends, forever right? No matter what happens" he asked with the sound of sadness in his voice

"Unless you keep touching me, yeah" I respond feeling my lips go into a smile

"Mark, I'm serious."

He sounded serious, this wasn't like Ethan at all, this wasn't the silly, bubbly person I knew. Sure we would be serious from time to time, but this came out of nowhere, and he sounded sadder than normal. I drop what I'm doing and look at him

"Ethan are you okay? You don't sound like yourself." I look at him concerned, taking a few steps towards him

"No Mark, I want you to wake up," he says, his voice sounding like he was on the other side of the room, and the ceiling, and the floor, it sounded all around me

"What?" I was confused, "I am awake"

"No mark...Wake up"

His voice fades as if he's disappearing, and as I look at him, he is. I can now see the counter behind him without looking behind him

"Ethan! What the fuck is going on?!" I was scared, that was an understatement, my friend is transparent.

"Wake up Mark," he says before blackness engulfs me

Darkness, cold, and pain, that's all I felt as my mind started to wake up bringing me out of my dream. My eyes open slowly taking in the harsh light of the sun. I groan and look around, then it all comes back to me. Everything

My name is Mark Edward Fischbach, used to be known as the famous Youtuber Markiplier. Now I'm a survivor of the zombie apocalypse. It happened; God knows how long ago. You would think that Zombies were enough to make our lives living hell, but nope, on top of that the people who survived, somehow, dark, twisted, horrible versions of them came to be. Which for me was fitting as I already had a name and ego for mine. Darkiplier. These dark versions had one goal in this new world. Not to survive the zombies, oh no, to find and torture the original.

"Mark!"

I look over at the person who called my name, I'm greeted by a familiar, happy face. My partner in all this Ethan or known as Crankgameplays. We both must survive this together. And I'm glad I have him

"You're awake!" he said hugging me

As he does a pain shoots across my chest

"Fuck!" I scream and hold it making it even worse

"Oh, Shit! I forgot!" he lets go right away and looks at my chest

I follow his eyes and see a huge slash across my chest wrapped up the best it could be. The wound is basically blue now, blue and black, some white puss leaking from the wound, it looked awful and smelt even worse. If it wasn't all I've been through I would have thrown up just from the sight alone. I got this from, guess who, maybe the asshole I mentioned 2 minutes ago Dark. We ran into him and well, remember when I said everyone has a bad demon side now, that includes our baby boy Ethan, His is Blank. And he's an asshole just like Dark, a little less but you get the point. And because Ethan and I are together, Dark and Blank are together, hunting us both now.

"It's fine Ethan" I smile a little trying not to make him feel too bad about it

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been out for a while" he said concerned

"What, like 5 hours. No big deal" I smirk knowing I couldn't have been out that long

"...Try 5 days Mark..." he said looking down

"5 days!? Fuck that fucker did a number on me." I didn't think I was out that long, fuck. I'm just glad Ethan is okay. He's, even after all this not the strongest. At least his saw work has gotten a lot better. But that does help him take Dark and Blank both at once alone. We both can barely take on Dark alone.

"Well I'm glad you're up!" he said breaking me out of my thoughts "And I got you a little something!" He said practically bouncing

"Oh? Why thank you" I honestly didn't know what it could be, from the look of it we were out in a forest cabin, I can tell from the decaying wood and the pine scent flowing in from outside, really it's calming, the nice scent of pine and dew. But I don't know what he got me maybe, Pig? Rabbit? Berries?

I soon figure out when he puts out his hand and in his palm is a fang, not just any fang, a dried bloody, sharp as fuck, fang.

"Um...thanks?" I say, I didn't know what to expect but this was not it

"You don't know what it is...do you?" he asks a bit of sadness in his voice, but it was trumped by confidence

"...Am I supposed to?" I ask, I really didn't know what it was.

"Well. Let's just say, next time we see Dark, he will be pretty pissed at me," he said smirking like he just killed 45 zombies himself

Soon the pieces clicked, he didn't, he couldn't, how?

"You knocked out one of his fangs!" I was super impressed, even I couldn't do that

"Yeah! When he was slashing your chest, I grabbed my bat and hit his mouth and this came out!" he sounded super proud and I couldn't blame him, I would be too

"Ethan that's fucking amazing!" I proclaim sitting up even though it hurt like hell, I then grabbed it and touched it. It was fucking sharp, we should know, we have both been bitten by dark like 18 times. Ethan most of those times, dark likes to go after him for some reason

"Thanks! I want you to have it, he is you" he smiles and sits beside me "but you're a lot better."

I look at him and smile, it soon falls as I see the blackness under his eyes

"Ethan? Have you slept?" I say grabbing his face

"Not for 5 days, I couldn't risk it, Mark, too many dangers and with you out...I couldn't"

I felt a bit bad; he hasn't slept in 5 days; we usually alternate every day.

We camp out, one person sleeps, in the morning we then keep walking, then camp before nightfall again and the other person sleeps, then we repeat again and again

"Well I'm up now, go to sleep, I'll keep an eye out, or fang," I say smirking looking at the fang. Even after all this I still like to make jokes just to brighten the darkened world around us

He smiles lightly it soon gets replaced with a yawn however

"You're still injured," he says his eyes already half-closed

"I'll be okay Ethan" I kiss his head lightly as I feel his whole-body collapse onto mine.

"Night Ethan, " I say to myself basically as I lean against the wall sighing "We will be okay, I promise."