The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

Welcome To Our Base

Tw: anxiety, violence, weapons, swearing, blood

Something like disappointment shoots through George as their group disperses, pairing up to pack for their trip.

He feels stupid for it. Obviously the fact that he won't get to share a tent with Dream barely matters compared to reaching the school. Or it should barely matter.

Because despite everything, his heart falls at the thought.

"Guess we're not sleeping together tonight," Dream mutters beside him, and George jolts at the words. Had Dream read his mind?

George shrugs. "Didn't want to anyway."

A smile tugs at the corner of Dream's lips. "I'm so sure. Weren't you the one who brought it up in the forest?"

George gives him a flat look. "That was definitely not me."

"You're such an idiot," Dream sighs, but he's smiling and a sudden burst of relief hits George. He's glad that Dream's gotten over his fear, the vulnerability he'd shown in the forest. The fragile look in his green eyes.

George pulls his thoughts away from that fear, the fear that had filled him as well as he'd looked at Dream, and glances around the camp. "Should we help them?"

Karl and Sapnap are busy taking down tents and Bad and Skeppy are shoveling piles of cans into bags. A part of George wants to help but...

"Seems like they don't need our help," Dream finishes his thought. "But your choice." Then, Dream pauses as though he's figured out something monumental and George resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Or, we could just wait in the car."

This time, George actually rolls his eyes. "That sounds incredibly boring and selfish."

Dream glances sideways at him. "Let me rephrase that. I don't think wait is the right word."

George scoffs, but his cheeks feel suddenly hot and he remembers their conversation in the forest after the attack. "That actually sounds just as boring. And also ridiculous."

Dream shrugs, too innocently. "Ridiculous, maybe. But I can promise you it won't be boring."

George shoots an incredulous look at Dream and finds the latter already staring at him. Green eyes, dark and heated, meet his and George feels heat brand through him. It takes everything in him to pull his gaze away, even though he doesn't want to. And, as Dream chokes out an awkward laugh, his bravado gone, George wonders what would have actually happened if they had gotten to spend the night alone in a tent.

Dream's POV

If Dream said he wasn't enjoying the pink tinting George's cheeks, he'd be lying.

Even as George turns away and Dream laughs, the sound strangled, he wonders what George is thinking about. And how he feels about what he's thinking about, if his flushed cheeks are any indication.

He's blatantly flirted with George now and in the forest, something somewhat unlike him. But the light words and teasing are the only things grounding him. Especially when, every time he closes his eyes, he finds himself back in the forest with his friends, fighting for their lives. And sees the zombies, their growls chilling and their mouths stained red as they lurch toward him and toward George and Sap.

As he kills them with a stab of his knives and hears the sound of bone crunching as his blades pierce their skulls.

He doesn't know how his friends are so nonchalant about it. How George can smile and blush so easily after taking down a dozen zombies with his crossbow.