It Was Never the End DreamNotFound

Chapter 6

Dream POV

"That didn't happen," George laughed. "There's no way."

"It did!" Dream wheezed. "I'm telling you it was awful."

The two of them had found an abandoned shelter to stay in for the night. The shelter was like a basement of sorts in a worn down home they'd found far away from the village of horrors. Currently, they were swapping stories while laying sprawled on the floor. 

"You seriously started a fire over a spider?" 

"It was huge!" Dream rolled onto his stomach. " And furry!" 

George rested his forehead against his arms, shoulders shaking with giggles. "Says the man who beheaded a mutant spider this morning." 

"That was different," Dream defended. 

"How so?" George lifted his head to stare at Dream.

"Well... um..." 

"Exactly." George's voice was smug. 

"I was just a kid at the time. I didn't become used to creepy  things until after the end of the world began." Dream paused. "Besides, it could've been a black widow for all you know." 

"I'm sure it was." George rolled his eyes, sarcasm heavy in his tone. 

Dream's heart felt light. After the day they had, this was nice. He'd be lying if he said the bodies of the mother and child didn't bother him at all. Seeing George like that was what bothered him the most, though. The brunette had clung to Dream for dear life, his small body shaking uncontrollably. Dream had never felt more helpless than when George was sobbing into his chest. 

He was angry with himself for not keeping a closer eye on George, and for not picking up on the obvious hints that something was wrong. The place had smelled so badly of death and decay, he should've known better than to allow George to enter the house without checking it out himself first. 

"Do you think my group is looking for me?" George's hushed question brought Dream back to the present. 

"The Sleepy Bois? I'm sure they are." Dream felt a little uncomfortable at the reminder that George had other people who cared for him. Who might try to find George and take him back. Not that I'd let them.

"You never seemed surprised when I mentioned them," George studied him. "Why is that?" 

"I'd heard of the group before. Apparently their goal is to figure out the cause of the apocalypse and try to solve it. That's going well." Dream scoffed. 

He'd expected George to argue, but the brunette just lowered his gaze. "All we really do is survive together." 

Survive with me. The words battled on Dream's lips, but he changed the subject instead. "Right, I just remembered, I have an extra bag if you want it. A fanny pack."

"A fanny pack?" George smirked.

"Its dark blue," Dream tempted him. "And it can carry any useful metal parts you find." 

"I don't know how many parts will be able to fit in a fanny pack, but... thanks." George smiled at him. "Do you not wear it because its not green?"

"Ah, you figured out my favorite color. I've been exposed." 

"It was obvious," George replied, "even to a colorblind person." 

Dream was opening his mouth for a response when the ground rumbled, dirt showering lightly from the ceiling. His head snapped up, and he listened carefully to the sounds coming from above.