It Was Never the End DreamNotFound

Chapter 1

"Urgh, there's hardly any good parts left anymore." George grumbled, kicking a piece of scrap metal away. He'd traveled quite the distance from camp to search for good parts he could use to make more techy weapons. But, as usual, there was nothing to be found but abandoned buildings that had already been scoured. 

He kept telling Wilbur he needed to go farther away if he was going to find anything useful left behind by other survivors. He'd already used up everything within a five-mile radius around the camp. According to Wilbur, though, that was "too dangerous" and crawling with monsters.

Like I care. George gave the stupid scrap of metal one more good kick before turning away. He eyed the red paint sprayed on a building in the distance. A border marker. When the world was suddenly plunged into a full-fledged monster apocalypse, George didn't know what to do. He was nineteen at the time, just an introverted teenager that wanted nothing to do with people. His father was a world-famous mechanic that was always building crazy high-tech devices.

So of course he taught his only son everything he knew. It wasn't until the monsters killed his family that George became grateful for the skills his dad taught him. After half a year of hiding and many near-death experiences, he ran into Philza, Wilbur, and Technoblade. The three of them had a group of survivors called the Sleepy Bois. Dumbass name, but George wasn't complaining. 

They'd taken him in, kept him alive, and he created powerful weapons for them in return. The group was determined to find the cause of the appearance of the strange monsters, and founded a camp near an abandoned village. Everyday a patrol circled a five-mile radius around the camp, protecting them from monsters. Red paint marked the border. The same red paint George was eyeing with temptation. 

He was tired of returning to camp empty-handed. Tired of begging Wilbur to let him travel for supplies so he could finally make the flamethrower he promised Sapnap. 

With new determination, George adjusted his bow and arrows on his back and set off for the border. It was only mid-day. He'd be back before sundown, and no one would have to know. 

Many hours later....

"EEP!" George jumped as a small lizard skittered across his boots from a crack in the rocks. He'd managed to travel several miles from the border. The problem? Nobody told him there was nothing but ravines and rocky hills past the village. He was currently walking down a shallow ravine, scanning the ground. Techno sometimes brought back random metal parts from ravines where traveling survivors took refuge in during the night. 

So far he'd only found some small pieces of iron, broken torches, and pieces of cloth. Nothing particularly useful. It was getting close to sundown, which meant he was already way past when he was supposed to return. At this rate he wouldn't be back until nightfall. He was just about to head back in defeat when he heard a soft scraping sound behind him.

George froze, his blood turning to ice. Whipping around, his brown eyes locked with the blazing red irises of a massive creature perched on the rocky wall of the ravine. The creature's body was covered in black pointed scales, with a tufted lion-like tail. Massive claws and slavering fang-studded mouths sent shivers down George's spine.

The three-headed creature looked something like if a dragon and lion had a demonic-looking, very large, baby.  George suddenly understood why he was told to never leave the borders. He aimed his bow, but the beast was too fast, launching itself forward and swatting the bow from George's hands, cracking in half as it clattered to the ground several feet away.

 Fuck. That was George's last thought before he took off running, skirting around boulders and desperately dodging the monster's claws. His heart hammered in his throat as he heard the pounding of the monster catching up.