A Lovely Mess

Feburary 18th 2022

[ The A Team - Birdy (yes her cover) ]
Flashback

"Clay, i don't think this is a good idea" Bad rubbed on his shoulder looking down to the few dozen dead crowded below them.
"Oh come on Bad! Look how much food
is down there, it'll be a quick job" Dream gestured to the shelves between the aisles that were completely stacked with canned goods, even bags of rice and pasta were present beneath the shelves.
"It just seems too risky for what it is" Bad sighed as his eyes looked between each of the dead that wandered sloppily through the halls.

"Between the both of us we'll be fine, you worry too much"
"you don't worry enough! dream theres atleast a dozen down there"
"We can take them"
"Dream"
"Bad."
"You're being stupid, reckless!"
"We need the food! Sapnaps been sleeping nonstop to conquer the hunger and George has had a migraine due to malnutrition for at least two days"
"I know deep down that you're right, but i just don't think it's worth the risk right now. Cant we hunt instead?"
"Don't you think i've tried? Besides we're out of ammo and the bow's fucked. This is our only hope"
"Do we have to?" bad sighed looking up at dream.

"Bad, i pinkie promise i won't let anything happen to you." Dream extended his pinkie, hesitantly bad accepted it with a smile.
"I love you like a brother, i don't let people i love get hurt, you know that"
"Alright clay, let's just get this over with"

Dream nodded, he pulled his mask over his face and took his bowie knife from its scabbard and jumped down from the ceiling onto the floor, bad followed behind him.

He crouched and stood, stabbing the knife into an unsuspecting dead's head, he slowly brought it to the floor careful not to alert any of the others as bad began to fill his rucksack with canned goods. Dream creeped up to another taking it out, as he did with another. Making sure to carefully let them down.

Bad had managed to fill his bag, he began to zip it up, yet a can fell from it, quickly the dead became alerted, one turned and attacked dream however he was quick to over take it and take it down.

"Bad!" He called out trying to spot bad, bad was struggling with a dead.
"Clay, take the bag!" He yelled throwing it
Dream ran over trying to pull the dead off of him
"I can get out, don't worry about me just get out clay!" Bad called out fending off another
"Bad!"
"Seriously, go!" Bad called back
Dream panicked and grabbed the bag, he looked back to where bad was then to the roof where they'd entered from
"fuck" dream mumbled pulling himself up the shelves and out of the roof. He looked down trying to locate bad, yet he couldn't see him.

"Bad?" he called out

yet this time there wasn't a reply.

"he said he'd get out" Dream mumbled
"So i just need to wait" He sighed to himself, he listened out carefully hoping for a sound to signify that bad had escaped.

-

"It's no hope George, they're dead!" Sapnap sighed throwing his head into his hands
"I'm sure they're fine nick, just calm down"
"It's been two days! We're on our last can, we aren't going to survive this"
"You caught a rabbit earlier, just cook it up already"
"I was waiting for clay and bad to get back"
"i'm sure they're fine, we need the nutrients right now sapnap" George sat up holding his pounding head.

Cracking of twigs and the sound of rustling leaves was heard, sapnap grabbed dreams axe that he had left behind. He raised it waiting to hit what he assumed would be a dead.

But it was dream, he dropped a bag and walked to the tent not saying a word, he was covered in blood and his hair was no longer tied up, it draped loosely over his eyes. His clothes were bloody and a large scar across his eye was beginning to form, scabbing over whilst it was still raw and red.

"Wheres bad?" Sapnap looked over to george, who simply shrugged in response.
Sapnap opened the bag, it was filled with cans and a few bottles of water.
"They got the food!" he beamed excitedly
"i'm going to check on dream" george stood and stumbled over to the tent, he pulled back on the fabric entrance and entered.

"Dream?" His voice was soft as he looked over to dream who was already curled up on the measly 'bed' made of bed sheets and a dirty pillow.
Dream didn't respond, George knelt beside him and placed a hand on his arm.
"Wheres bad dream?" His tone was gentle, he didn't want to upset his friend.
"He's dead george" Dream replied, his voice dry.
"He died?"
"mhm"
"Dream, i'm so sorry"
"It's my fault"
"Dream-"
"Don't, george."
"Come here" George opened up his arms, yet dream didn't move. George sighed and cuddled up to him, spooning dream.

He draped his arm over dreams waist and nuzzled his head into the back of his neck holding him tight.
"It's okay dream, i've got you"
those words stung, as dream began to cry.
George could only hush and rub his arm in a comforting manner.
"it's going to be okay dream"