Infected

Chapter 8: Death is All I See

The winds decimated over the world. Strong winds and heavy rained reeked  havoc on the houses, tress, stores, and people.

No one slept easy that night.

Everyone was weary of the high winds, though some of them secretly hoped, that the storm would take them out of their misery.

As the morning arrived, the sun shined with all its glory, not a single cloud, or freak, in sight.

But what was left for the survivors was a more destroyed world then what was left by the end of the world.

There was no power anywhere left. Street signs and road markers were completely gone. Cars were flipped and trees were uprooted. Limbs of freaks were bashed and throw around like weightless toys.

Let's see how many survivors, survived.

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Tommy was the first to wake up. He was in the living room and as is eyes fluttered open, it seemed too bright for the windows to be covered.

He opened his eyes fully and sat up. His eyes widened in terror when he saw a tree limb inches away from puncturing his stomach.

He looked around the room, he recognized a body being crushed by the tree, Philza.

His eyes teared up and soon tears fell onto his cheeks, how did he not hear the tree crash into the house?

He looked beside him where he fell asleep against Wilbur, but to his dismay, Wilbur wasn't there, but a pool of blood was left.

He got up and stood on the couch, moving between branches.

To his left he saw something gruesome.

George and Clay layed in each others arms, punctured by tree limbs, the were surely dead.

Tommy cried more, how could this have happened?

To his right, he saw Nick in a pool if his own blood. His death wasn't certain, but Tommy didn't want to know the details.

He did however, grieve the death of his friends and father figure.

He cried quietly to himself, before he heard rustling outside. He quickly maneuvered his way around the branches and off the couch. He saw the outside world, something he hasn't seen in awhile.

"Hello?" A soft, womanly voice could be heard from outside. Tommy's breath hitched, he wanted to speak to the person, but he was afraid.

"Does anyone need help?" The voice was a bit louder, and the footsteps seemed to grow louder as they stepped closer to the broken home.

"Hel-lo?" Tommy managed to speak out through tears.

"Hi, my names Niki, are you injured?" The voice, Niki, asked.

Tommy shook his head, not like they could see that.

"No, I'm...I'm fine. My friends.....they.." he tried to speak but the tears took over.

He didnt even know if Tubbo, Techno, or Wilbur were ok. He didnt know if Karl was alive or not either.

"Its ok, lets focus on getting you out. Do you think you can climb over the tree to get out?" Niki asked, her voice was soothing and calm. Like a mother speaking to a new born child.

"Yes." Tommy said, before even attempting, he tried to find his inhaler, or box, or anything really.

Thats when he saw his bag by the door, unscathed, Tubbo's however, was missing.

He ran over to it quickly, Nick twitched a little, but Tommy didn't notice.

He went to the tree, careful not to cut himself on any of the limbs.