A Lovely Mess

Day 19

"looks musty" George stood kicking a can, starting at the building infront of them.
"It's where wilbur said to go" Dream shrugged pointing at the map and looking to the compass in his left hand.
"Nick get your arse out that damn car" George hit the hood of the car, startling sapnap who hesitantly got out joining the two.

"Do we knock or-?" Dream observed the door, it's rotting pale wood. The house was seemingly in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of a rural field, off of a country road. Corn scattered throughout it, most of it was dead and the crops seemed to be dried out, a broken barn was within eye sight, however it was most definitely out of use.

The cock of a large gun could be heard, they all darted their eyes around, searching for the origin.

"Fuck off my property, now" A deep, monotone voice said..
"Blue sheep" George chuckled
"Blue sheep, the fucks phil sent you here for" The voice continued
"David, you've got to come back to lmanberg" Dream said looking towards a boarded window were the tip of a large AK type gun poked out.
"L'manberg- i don't care for lmanberg" He laughed
"Phils dead, david" George shook his head
"Bullshit, and stop calling me david, it's techno to you"
"He's being honest with you techno, Phil was murdered infront of everyone" dream chimed in
"Phil doesn't die- he can't be dead"
"I know he was your brother da-techno, and i'm sorry for your loss but it's simply the harsh truth. Your nephews need you back home with them."

A deep sigh was heard, the gun disappeared from the crack in the boards. Before long bolts on the front door were being pulled back and the door open.

Techno was in his mid 40's,, long greyish-pink hair tied into a pony tail with two thick braids running through it. His teeth seemed modified, like they'd been purposely sharpened with a nail file, his eyes were scary and his eyebrows were bushy. A large katana was in its sheathe and resting on his back, his hands were wrapped in white bandages, he wore a white button up and black jeans, a thick rodeo belt and in his hands a large Ak-14

"Well, take me fuckin' home then" He spat out a strain of wheat he had been chewing on, pulling himself into the car. Dream and george looked between eachother, eyebrows raised before shrugging and getting into the car, sapnap silently followed behind.

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They journey had begun, quiet grunts coming from techno every so often, his weapon didn't leave his hands.

"What's up with this guy, you deaf or something?" Techno poked sapnap, who almost jumped out of his skin in response, edging closer to the door.
"Leave him alone techno" Dream grunted, eyeing him briefly in the rear view mirror.
"Just curious, that's all"
"He isn't deaf, just don't pester him that's all" George rolled his eyes looking down at his hands, noticing how his nails cracked and his skin was dryer than ever, he took his water canister opening it and taking a sip

"what is he, that zombie whisperer or something?" Techno lightheartedly joked, george almost choked on his water.
"Zombie what now?" he wiped his now damp chin, looking to dream and back out of the window trying to act casual.
"Some guy, he destroyed an entire faction. They said he could control zombies and speak to them, they didn't attack him or even acknowledge him. Some say he was some type of god with wings and horns, like something lucifer had sent to earth"
"Wings, horns? seems a little drastic" dream chuckled looking to george briefly before focusing his attention back on the road.
"Don't shoot the messenger, i'm just saying what i've been told" Techno shrugged lifting his gun slightly in the process, causing sapnap to edge closer to his door tapping his fingers anxiously.

"Zombie whisperer, hm, sounds stupid" Dream smirked
"I would've said the same, but the guy really fucked up El Rapids"

Sapnaps eyebrows fell, he looked towards george, a frown on his lips.

"Hm, i'm sure people are just exaggerating" George chuckled turning the music up slightly to divert the conversation
"Wow, i haven't heard this song in years" Tech o smiled as the low country song played, george releasing a quiet sigh of relief.