A Lovely Mess

June 18th 2021

George walked down the street, the group had agreed to split up to cover more ground and have the chance to find more food.

He mumbled to himself about how much he hated being alone with the world the way it was, he cocked his gun and gripped it in his dominant hand. An array of abandoned cars was a few yards off, he picked up his pace slightly, feeling thankful that he'd found something.

George tapped the back of his gun against the window, a Z hit it from inside, snarling and growling.

"Only one, could of been a lot worse" he chuckled to himself stretching his arms, He put the gun in its holster and took out a bowie knife, slowly he opened the door, the z peaked its head out yet George was quick to stab it in the head. He dragged the body out and put it on the floor, as he began checking its pockets he was lucky to find two bullets for a pistol he knew that sapnap had aswell as a box of matches, in the Z's left pocket was a wallet, george opened it and his eyes glanced over the picture inside.

"Wow dude, you aged bad- like really bad" he smirked looking from the photo back to the Z, it was of the man and two young daughters, next to him a woman, georges eyes glanced to the mans hand, his ring finger still had the ring on it.

George frowned and placed the wallet back, "sorry it didn't work out for you" He bit his lower lip and diverted his attention to the car, he checked the dashboard and side compartments, finding two oat bars, a two pack of reece's cups, a full bottle of vodka and a half drank bottle of water. He shoved the items into his bag and went to the next vehicle, he tapped on the window yet this time no z appeared.

Hesitantly he pulled the door open, he began to check through all of the compartments, finding a roll of bandages and medical tape shoved into the drivers side door, he also found a CD from The chainsmokers, he wasn't a fan of them, but music was music.

George trailed to the next car, gravel scraping against the soles of his shoes, once again tapping on the window, thankful when nothing jumped out at him. He checked through the car, a pack of batteries that seemed damaged but he took them anyway, a chain with a cross on hanging from the rear view mirror, his eyes brushed over it, he brought his hand to it and shivered slightly at the feeling of the cold metal against his warm hands.

Something grabbed at his foot and he yelled falling inside the car, the cross still in his hand, he kicked and flailed trying to get it off before falling out of the car, the z began to crawl up at him, he scrambled to grab his knife, He brought the knife into its head as it fell limp on top of him.

He panted trying to calm down before pushing the z off of him with a grunt. George pulled himself up and cluched at his knees, he wiped his face with his sleeve, George dropped the cross onto the body and began to walk back the way he came, however he noticed he was limping with every step and that it pained him to put pressure on his left foot, he stumbled to a tree and leant against it pulling the leg of his trouser up, as he suspected his ankle was bleeding and bitten.

"you wanker" he mumbled
He opened his bag and took the bandages from earlier as well as the alcohol, he poured it over the wound and bandaged it.

He let out a breathy sigh, was it even worth going home? Just to die infront of his friends?

He shoved the items back into his bag and tried to gather himself despite his mind racing.

Deep down George knew it wasn't fair to not go back, to leave his friends wondering where he went and possibly stumbling upon his zombified self in the future.

He gulped and began to walk back, trying to hide his limp as best he could.

-

"George- you took forever!" Sapnap exclaimed, his hands were over the crackling fire, night had since fallen.

George shrugged, "Ran into some Z's"

"Are you okay?" Dream cocked his head up looking over at his friend
"Yeah, just tired"

"You don't look so great George, you sure you're feeling okay?" Bad was peeling some wild spring onion that he'd come across when walking through the woods.

"I think i'm just going to go to bed" George dropped his bag down beside sapnap gesturing for him to go through it.

George walked towards his tent

"George you're limping-" Dream pointed out, an eyebrow now raised in concern.

"A clumsy jump thats all, hurt my ankle a little"

"You want bad to check it over?" Sapnap asked

George shook his head no, "Goodnight"

George shut the tent door letting out a heavy sigh.

He could hear his friends mumbling concern about him, George brushed it off trying to not let it get to him; he took a pad of paper and a pencil from his jeans pocket, his hands shook as he wrote.

Clay, Daryll, Nick
Don't be mad at me
:[
i got bit on the run
i didn't want to worry you guys.
Don't leave me like this
please

- George

He put the pencil on top of the pad, followed by his knife. He grabbed a zip tie from the side of his makeshift bed and began to tie his hands together.

He let out a final sigh and began to cry, before long he was taken by sleep.

-

Dawn had rose, george began to stir feeling the heat of the sun hit him from the fabric of the tent, he attempted to wipe and shield his eyes but his hands were restrained, he thought for a second

bitten

tied

note

note.

he rolled over, the note was gone, his knife however was still there, he knelt and picked it up with his mouth, before passing it to his hand, careful with every movement, he managed to wear the zip tie off.

George placed the knife down and pulled down the bandage, the bite was yellow and scabbing. Still red around with hints of greens and blacks in the centre of the wound.

He heard his tent door unzip, he pulled his trouser leg down seeing dream.

"Hey, you feeling any better?" dream smiled

"Yeah- i think so" George chuckled, trying to hide the confusion he was feeling

"Bad needs to talk to you, he seems pretty stressed but he won't say what's up"

"oh"

"He kept yelling at me every time i tried to go to your tent, he's just acting weird" Dream laughed

"i'll go speak to him now-"

"No stay there! you're hurt george, i'll get him to come over" Dream smiled before disappearing off, before long bad entered the tent and shut the door behind him.

He sighed pulling the letter out of his pocket and showing george.

"So where's the bite then?" He frowned

A/N

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