Survival | DreamNotNap

Chapter 17

Since George is now a zombie his POV is replaced by Drista's. There will be more different POV's as the story progresses and more events unfold. Enjoy!

Drista's POV

I jerk awake and quickly look around the warehouse. It is completely quiet except for light snoring and my light sniffles. I try to wipe my tears away, but more tears just keep appearing. I feel Dream start to move next to me.

I instantly cover my face up. I hate when he sees me cry. I always feel so weak when I cry and when he gives me that look; that look full of pity that you would give a hurt puppy.

"Do you wanna talk about it, Dris?" Great, now Dream is fully awake and he wants to talk about it. I just shake my head at him. I try to calm myself down and stop crying but after a while it is too much to hold back and I start to sob harder.

I feel Dream lay his hand on my back and I flinch. Shit. I hope he is too tired to put two and two together. I don't want him touching me. I have constantly been lying to him and almost everyone here. I didn't even tell him that our parents are dead.

"If you need anything, wake me up." I count down from ten and slow down my breathing to help stop crying. I hear Dream's breathing even out. I keep my head down and try to go back to sleep. Hoping I won't have the same recurring nightmare again.

In The Morning

I lift my head up and the sun is straight in my eyes. I block the light from my face and I look around the warehouse. I'm the only one awake since I didn't sleep at all last night. I stand up and stretch.

I'm hungry and bored so I decided to go explore this huge warehouse. We only have been in the main room and there is a bunch of off rooms. I pick up a random red bag. I think it is Tommy's bag.

Since Tommy also uses knives and swords I'll be able to protect myself. I think I wanna explore the back room of the warehouse. I walk as quietly as I can past the pile that is on top of George.(Tommy, Tubbo, and Sapnap) I ignore the zombies that I can see in between the boards on the windows.

I open the door. I look around in shock. It is full of shelves that probably once were full. The roof is so far away. On the shelves there is a bunch of gadgets and canned foods. I guess somebody had raided, because the very bottom two shelves are completely empty everywhere. I hope there will be more supplies higher up. There is about an 8 foot gap between each level of the shelves.

I want to make the older boys proud of me,so I'll get some food for us to have for breakfast. The only problem is getting up there. I lay the bag down so I'll have less weight to carry as I climb up. I try to climb up the side of the shelves but the only thing there is to climb is the poles on the side.

I may be a bit athletic, but I know that I can't climb a pole. I walk over to the front of the shelves. I back up and prepare myself. I run full speed at the shelves and grab onto the edge of it. The metal is digging into the palm of hands. I can feel some blood running down my hands. I try to pull myself up, but I can't so I instead throw my leg onto the platform and roll over on top of it.

I lay on my back for a minute and catch my breath. I can hear the others starting to wake up from the main room. Climbing up the next one will be way harder since I can't get a running start this time. I wipe my bloody hands on my hoodie so that I can have a better grip. I go to the edge of the shelf and jump as high as I can.

As I'm holding on I realize that I have to swing myself to the top of the shelf since I'm facing away from the shelf. I grab on as hard as I can and start to swing my legs back and forth to build momentum. I think I have enough so I kick forward as hard as I can and I flip over the edge of the shelf. I land face first on my face with my stomach and legs following soon after.

That hurt like a bitch.

I pull myself up and look around the shelf. All that is here is something that looks like a harpoon gun. I grab it and attach it to my belt. I don't know how to use it, but maybe Sapnap can teach me how to use it the best way I can in combat.

I wipe my hand again on my hoodie. It isn't doing much since the bleeding isn't stopping. I hope that I'll find something on the next shelf. I repeat the process of climbing the shelf. Landing on my face each time and having no success. I must have done this for another seven shelves until I found some food.

Finally,

I look down at my hoodie that is covered in bloody hand prints from how many times I have wiped my hands on it. I walk over to the food and start shoving it into the pocket of my hoodie. I zone out as I figure out the best way to carry as much food as I can in my arms. I freeze whenever I hear a groan from behind me.

I turn around to see a zombie who is covered in blood with half of it's face missing. They are only a couple feet away from me when I notice them.

I shouldn't have put Tommy's bag down. I could have had a bag full of food and a knife in my hand.

I stand up and back away from the zombie. I'm trying to think of a way to knock the zombie off the edge. I keep backing up and trying my best to not drop any one the food. I can hear in the distance someone yelling.

"DRISTA!"

I turn my head to see Dream looking around while shouting my name. I must have looked away for too long because the zombie is in arm's reach now. I take a step backwards to only be met with the very edge of the platform.

My foot slips and I feel time slowing down. I'm slowly falling backwards and the zombie is reaching at the neck of my hoodie. Trying to get itself a snack to eat. I instinctively push off of the platform to get away from it. My hair is flying in front of my face and the cans in my hand are now above me as I fall. I must have been screaming because Dream yells my name again, but this time it is shaky.

I can hear him saying something else, but I can't make it out. I'm 50 feet from the ground and if I hit the ground, I won't be seeing another day. Think Drista. THINK. I pull my head to my knees getting ready to hit the ground. Dream is too far away to be able to make it before I hit the ground.

I close my eyes and try as hard as I can to think how I can get out of this.

"Hey Clay." I say to him as we play minecraft with a weapons and gadgets mod. I'm sitting next to him in his chair while I play on his computer.

"Hmm" He seems to only be 13 since his hair is almost platinum blonde still.

"What does a grappling hook do?"

"You can shoot it at a wall and it pulls you up." I shoot it at a build and I hit too low so I get pulled into the wall and almost suffocated.

It isn't a harpoon gun. It's a fucking grappling hook. I can't unhook it from my belt so I angle my hip to the side and shoot it at the shelf. It grabs onto the very edge of the platform and it starts to pull me diagonally up.

It seems that time is still passing very slowly. I finally let out a breath that I was holding in. I watch as I slowly get pulled to the shelves. I'm about 20 feet from the shelf whenever one of the cans of food hits the rope.

I close my eyes thinking that I'm still moving towards the shelf. Instead the can hits the rope and it pulled the hook out. I grit my teeth and this time instead of trying to think of a plan, I close my eyes and relax. I spread my arms out and relax. It feels so peaceful to freefall. I let out a breath as the air whistled in my ears.

I feel myself hit the ground and the impact is all on my shoulders and the back of my legs. It hurts a lot less than I thought it would. I relax and let myself go limp as I black out.

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