The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

I Win

I offer dnf as promised <3

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Tw: zombies, blood, weapons, mild anxiety

Dream's stomach twists as he stares at the zombie's body on the floor.

His knife is sticking out of its skull, and there's blood staining his hoodie. The rush of adrenaline he'd felt as he killed it drains out of him. Bile climbs up his throat and he forces himself to tear his gaze away from the corpse. To start down the hallway, pulling another knife out of his belt.

Techno had said he'd cleared the second floor, but the first floor is still crawling with zombies. It doesn't help Dream's suspicions or the worry that surfaces when he remembers that Techno wants to talk to George in the morning.

The soft slide of metal shakes Dream from his thoughts. He whips around, his knife in hand, his heartbeat wild and stuttering. He expects to see a zombie or Techno or maybe Sapnap trying to sneak up on him. But his heart drops when he locks eyes with George.

Suddenly, his nausea at the dead zombie shifts to worry for George. But before he can say anything, George lifts a small hand.

"You forgot your knife in a zombie."

Dream raises both brows as George wiggles the knife in his hand, his voice deadpan and his expression blank. Despite his worry, despite everything, Dream swallows a hysterical laugh before it can escape.

He moves forward on shaky legs and grabs the knife. A small irrational part of him is still worried that George might hurt himself. The rest of him zeroes in on the brush of his fingers against George's as he pulls his hand away.

"Thanks," he mutters, stepping away. He takes a breath and tries to reorient himself. "What the hell are you doing here, George?"

George just rolls his eyes and sidesteps a dead zombie, stopping in front of Dream. His eyes are the rich brown of chocolate, wide and sparkling, and Dream has the sudden urge to lean down and kiss him. His cheeks burn.

"I could ask you the same thing, idiot. You left me alone in the class with Karl and Sapnap."

Dream huffs out a frustrated laugh. "I didn't mean to, I just... grew restless."

He can't explain the way he'd felt, the pent up adrenaline running through him, the thoughts jumbling his mind. Even stepping out into a zombie-infested corridor seemed like a better alternative to pacing the length of the classroom for hours.

"Yeah, you grew restless and left me with Karl and Sapnap." Dream rolls his eyes as George motions to the hallway with his crossbow. It's already nocked and loaded. "I'm coming with you."

"To where?" Dream says, even though his heart is already pounding at the thought of George facing more zombies.

George shrugs again. "Wherever you're going. To kill zombies or something."

Dream's heart speeds up. "It's not safe. I'm not saying you can't defend yourself, but you don't have to put yourself in danger for nothing. Besides, Techno's in charge of clearing zombies, not us."

"Since when?" George asks, not sounding half as worried as Dream wishes he would.

Dream shoots him a look and George gives him an innocent smile in return. Then, he turns, and starts walking down the hall, crossbow in hand. The weapon is so big, Dream wonders how he can even hold it, but George carries it easily like it's meant for him.