The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

The School

Comments would be super appreciated!! I'm trying something out here... Also I hope u don't mind the longer chapter. Enjoy <3

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Tw: anxiety, blood, weapons, zombies, violence

Dream's stomach is a pit of anxiety by the time they reach the school.

"It doesn't look like it's been overrun," George says as Dream turns into the concrete parking lot.

"We should still be careful. Keep that bow with you. In case we get separated."

Dream has to force the words out. He promises himself he won't leave George's side. If George gets hurt on this supply run...

"Dream," George whispers urgently, and Dream whips around. A hand flies to one of the knives George had given him. But George puts a hand on his arm and he freezes. "Wait. Look."

George points to the front doors of the school, a few feet away from them. The doors are heavy metal, but they're trembling. Dream frowns until he notices the zombie inside, ramming repeatedly against the door. The scene makes bile rise in Dream's throat. He swallows his anxiety and shoves open the car door.

"George, wait," he says when George starts to get out of the car. "I'll do it. You shouldn't have to risk it."

"What about you?" George says. Dream notices the arrow already nocked in his bow, and wonders how he'd managed to figure out how to do it so quickly. But he shakes the thought out of his head. Focus, he tells himself.

"I'll be fine. Just get everything we need out of the car and meet me at the door."

"Fine," George grumbles. "I'll do all the work."

Dream scoffs and moves toward the front doors. Every time the zombie rams into the metal, a shiver runs through him. He wipes at the sweat beading his forehead and blames it on the hot Florida sun rather than the monster standing in front of him.

Dream stops in front of the door and takes a deep breath. In one move, he yanks open the door and swings at the zombie. The monster lunges at him, but Dream's knife finds its mark first. The zombie crumples, the hilt of Dream's knife sticking out from its skull.

His hands shaking, Drean realizes he's hyperventilating. He tries to gulp in air, to fight off the darkness dimming his vision. Not now, not when George needs him. Why is he such a coward? he thinks. He pulls up the sleeve of his hoodie to pinch his wrist. The small burst of pain clears his head a little. His breathing slows back to its normal pace and he rubs his eyes. Some of the panic clouding his thoughts drains away, leaving only the image of the dead zombie. Dream swallows, stoops over the zombie, and pulls the knife out of its skull. He closes his eyes and when he opens them, George is standing in front of him.

"Dream, calm down, it's me," George whispers as Dream's arm rears back, ready to swing his knife. Dream freezes when he catches sight of George's wide, dark eyes. They glow a warm chocolate brown in the sunlight. Dream's heart starts racing again, except now it has nothing to do with the zombie he killed.

"Don't do that," Dream groans, dropping his arm.

"Do what? I told you, you should have let me kill it."

"What, and let you get hurt?"

George rolls his eyes. "I'm a professional sharpshooter. I don't get hurt."

Dream snorts and pulls himself to his feet. He tucks his knife into his belt. When he looks back up, the air is knocked out of his chest.

George is staring at him intently. Dream feels heat creep into his cheeks, but he can't look away. So much for being the strong one in the relationship, he thinks sarcastically. If there even is a relationship. Apparently, George can make his knees go weak with a single look. Since when? he wonders, thinking back to all those years of living together in their apartment. He knew he had fallen for George at some point but it had been a shallow hope. Something had changed, and only in the last two days.