The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

Professional Sharpshooter

Zombie fight scenes continue...

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Tw: zombies, blood, weapons, mild swearing

George is on Dream's heels as they head toward the forest where the groans sounded from.

They pass Skeppy and Karl, who are too breathless to do anything more but gesture wildly toward the forest. Then Bad, who just says "Sapnap!" before running after the others.

Dream curses under his breath. "That idiot's really fighting them all by himself?"

Of course he is, George thinks, even as worry surges through him. He didn't think even Sapnap was dumb enough to think he'd survive against that many zombies. If he was sacrificing himself, it was probably for Karl. The thought just makes George run faster, though his lungs burn and his legs hurt.

They hear the sounds of a battle a few feet before the forest. Two gunshots sound and a battle cry that George knows is Sapnap's.

"Guess we'll just have to rescue him," he mutters to Dream and they surge into the trees.

The world slows down as George takes in the five zombies surrounding his best friend. Sapnap slams his shotgun into one of their skulls, and fires at another but it's not enough. Even with Dream running towards him, his knives out, George knows they're outnumbered.

His movements are as natural as if he's been an archer his entire life. He loads the crossbow and fires three, rapid shots at the zombies heads. They collapse in a heap on the ground.

Sapnap whips his head around. "What the hell was that?"

George grins. "I'm a professional sharpshooter, idiot."

Sapnap mutters a curse and turns back to the forest where Dream is yanking his knife out of one of the zombies. "You guys didn't have to come and save me, I was fine."

"You didn't have to be dumb and take them all on by yourself," George retorts. He's only half paying attention though, because Dream's eyes are wide and he's panting. George remembers the incident at the school and worry streaks through him as he wonders if Dream will panic again. But Dream takes a deep breath, like he's centering himself, and spins around the face the upcoming zombies.

"We're all here now," Dream says, his voice steady. "Let's kill these things."

Sapnap nods in approval. George takes in Dream's tousled hair and burning gaze and the corded muscles in his arms as he grips his knives. And even though they're literally in the middle of fighting zombies, he can't help but wonder why he didn't realize how beautiful Dream was sooner. And why he didn't act on it until the world was a wasteland filled with monsters.

Dream feels his gaze on him and turns, worry creasing his brow. "What is it?"

George swallows. A groan sounds from the trees, saving him. "Watch out!" George warns and his arrow arcs right above Dream's head and buries into a zombie's eye.

"Don't distract me then," Dream mutters. He attacks the next zombie before George can, stabbing in a precise movement. The zombie falls, bleeding, to the ground.

Like at the cafeteria, when George had been too busy focusing on saving Dream's life to notice anything else, time seems to blur. George nocks arrow after arrow, Dream stabs and slices, and Sapnap shoots until he's out of ammo and has to use his weapon like a melee. All of George's thoughts shift to one: save his best friends from the monsters attacking them.

It's pitch black when the last zombie falls to the forest floor. Dream wipes his blades on his jeans and exhales slowly. George is out of breath, his face burning with exertion. He's out of arrows and his quiver hangs loosely over his shoulder.