The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

Fuck! Zombies Are Invading!

Zombie fight scenes incoming...

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Tw: swearing, zombies (obviously), weapons, fighting

"What the hell was that?" George says, whipping around at the same time as Dream.

Cold dread fills Dream at the haunting sound, the same growl he'd heard when he'd killed that zombie by the convertible. Except this time, another growl sounds and he realizes there's more than one zombie. Then, he realizes that George is still standing next to him, holding his hand tightly.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get to the tent," Dream says, letting go of George's hand and pushing him to safety.

George frowns. His face is pale but determined and it scares the shit out of Dream. "I can fight too, idiot," George says, sliding his bow off his shoulder. "I saved your life at the school, remember?"

There's footsteps approaching behind Dream. "Just leave while you still can," he says and his voice breaks. He remembers their kiss - their first kiss - and George's confession. His hands go to his knives. The promise he'd made at the very beginning of the apocalypse comes back to him: he'll protect George with his life. "I'll fight them off and get the others."

"I'm coming with you. You can't stop me."

Dream tries to argue but he doesn't get a word out. In a millisecond, George nocks an arrow into his bow and fires. Dream hears a thud behind him and whirls around. Panic thunders in his chest when he sees the dead zombie bleeding in the grass.

"See?" George manages to smirk. "I can save you too, Dream."

Dream swallows thickly, pushing down his panic. They'd managed to take out more zombies at the cafeteria, and they'd done it together. "Fine. But stay by my side."

"Always," George says quietly. They lock eyes and suddenly there's a million different things to say and not enough time. Dream settles on offering George his hand.

George takes it and squeezes. Then, weapons raised, they both charge in the direction of the zombies.

Sapnap's POV

A part of Sapnap wants to take the red convertible and speed away instead of facing Karl after their conversation with Dream and George.

Karl's arm is still heavy around his shoulder. He doesn't seem half as worried about sleeping together in the same tent even though it makes Sap uncomfortable. He'd much rather take on a hoard of zombies than have to brave lying next to Karl. The thought makes his cheeks burn and he hopes Karl can't see his blush in the twilight.

"So what now?" Karl asks. He nods toward Bad and Skeppy who are still bickering over by one of the targets. "Should we tell them the other two are back?"

Sapnap clears his throat. "We should take down the targets first. If all goes according to plan, we won't be staying here for long anyway."

Karl shoots him a curious look and Sapnap realizes that he still doesn't know about their plan to move into the school. Neither do Bad and Skeppy.

"I'll tell you later," he mumbles. "Can you maybe tell Bad and Skeppy to help with the targets?"

Karl raises an eyebrow. "What's the magic word?"

Sapnap rolls his eyes. "Just do it." But Karl just sidles closer to him until Sapnap ducks away. "Please," he grumbles and Karl whoops in victory.

"He's right, your honour!"