And then there were two// Bench trio apocalypse AU

Chapter 5

Ranboo POV

I watched as Tommy sprinted through the crowd of zombies followed closely by tubbo. I had no choice but to go with them. I knew that this was the only way out of the situation but that didn't stop me from being terrified. Blood pounded loudly through my ears and the only thing I could hear were the sounds of my own shaky breaths. I could see Tommy appear through the other side of the undead crowd, his blonde hair glowing in the moonlight. I had to go now or I'd never make it.

I plucked up every ounce of courage I had and began to run through the herd of zombies. I swung my sword like a mad man with hopes of clearing a reasonably sized gap in the crowd so I could squeeze through unharmed.

Have I mentioned I'm not the best with a sword. That's more Tommy's thing.

I weaved between zombies narrowly escaping their jaws full of rotting teeth and poisonous saliva.

I could see the end. I was so close. Just a little further.

The zombies began to close in. My sword swings no longer doing anything, I began to push my way through the crowd using nothing but my own body.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Rotting bodies were pressed against me at all angles. Boney claws tugged and pulled every part of me in a different direction. Then I felt it.

Teeth sinking into my skin.

I felt the poison seep slowly into my bloodstream. My arm burned with more heat than a thousand suns combined. I felt the jolt of sheer agony climb up my arm, past my elbow and all the way to my shoulder. But it wasn't until I heard the unmistakable snap of a bone breaking and felt the surge of pain snake through my body for the second time that I let out a blood curdling scream. I shook my arm violently trying to get it out of the tight grasps of the zombies arm causing more shocks of pain to shoot through me. Eventually the wretched corpse let go and flung to the side, only for another zombie to fill its place in the circle. There was no way out of this, no escape routes, no way to fight and no hope.

I'm going to die here.

I gave up completely, I let my body go slack. There was no point in making death more painful for myself. Or maybe if I go limp they will think I'm dead and leave me alone. I shut my eyes tight and waited for the light at the end of the tunnel, the one that would let me know that I was in fact dead, the one that would let me rest easy. I got josled and tossed back and forth but I stayed still, just waiting.

But that light never came.

Instead the light at the end of my tunnel was the menacing war cry coming from the throat of who I could only assume was Tommy.

A wave of relief washed over me, Tubbo and Tommy had heard me, and they were coming to help me.

I felt the crowd of zombies begin to thin and the jostling stopped, leaving me laying face down on the concrete, the once beautiful flowers poking through the cracks long since trampled and the white roses in the corner stained with the blood of both me and the undead.

I heard the distant shouts of my friends, but before I could respond I blacked out.

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I woke up to the sweet smell of cinnamon and oats. That air surrounding me felt warm and welcoming, the environment felt calm and relaxed. The blanket I was tangled in felt soft and fuzzy. I basked in the warmth of the bed I was situated on. Taking in a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time, especially with the decreasing fall temperatures.

I cracked my eyes open a smidge and tried to make out where I was. The room surrounding me was small and cozy, a door stood in the corner and next to it was a dresser and a mirror, beside the bed was a small table adorned with a lamp. There were pictures lining the walls and the walls were painted a pale yellow that was chipping in places, the previous blue showing in some places. A closet stood partially open to my left, the door hanging slightly off its hinges. To my right stood a small kitchen chair patterned with various flowers and vines. The small crack of the house I could see from the door that was left open a jar looked similar to the room. Except the walls were a deep blue gray rather than yellow.

Just as I closed my eyes and began nodding back off to sleep, the door opened and in came Tubbo carrying a platter of food. I blinked my eyes back open and looked at tubbo. He carefully sat the platter on the nightstand before tackling me into the biggest hug I've ever had. I tried hugging back but I quickly realized my arm was tied to my chest with a bandage. Tubbo pulled away and noticed my confusion.

"Do you remember what happened?" he asked.

"No. Should I?" I replied, genuinely confused why there were tears welling up in Tubbo's eyes.

Without replying Tubbo Just dove back into my arms and began to sob.

I sat up and awkwardly tried to hug Tubbo with one arm.

Tommy must have heard the commotion because he soon came into the room and eagerly joined the hug.

The other two eventually pulled away and Tubbo wiped his tears.

"Alright, does anyone care to tell me what's going on now?" I questioned.

Tubbo glanced up at me and our eyes met, his bloodshot and tear stained like he hadn't slept in days and had spent all of his time crying. "Bossman you got bit by a zombie." He said in a small voice, like he was scared of the truth, like saying it would actually make it real.

My heart dropped, my eyes tore themselves from Tubbo and drifted toward the bandage on my right arm. In pure disbelief I looked to Tommy for confirmation. He nodded his head and looked away. I could tell he was also fighting the urge to cry.

In that moment I pitied myself more than I have ever pitied an animal stuck at the shelter, soon to be put down because no one would adopt it. I pitied myself more than any homeless person I had ever walked by, shivering in the cold winter air, barely any clothes covering their thin bodies. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to just be dead. Selfish I know, but maybe that would be best for everyone. Tubbo and Tommy would eventually get over themselves and move on and I wouldn't have to suffer seeing them worried about me.

Journal entry #49                                                                                                                                                           August 21, 2025

Hello journal, today I found out I got bit by a zombie. Who knows how many more of these I will get to write. Goodbye for now, or maybe forever.

-Ranboo

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