The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

We're Sticking Together

Tw: angst, blood, weapons, zombies, swearing, kidnapping (this is gonna be explained later)

Bad doesn't regret charging into the herd of zombies until the strangers spot them.

Him and Skeppy fight their way through the zombies, Bad swinging his tomahawk, Skeppy using his gun to clobber any monster that gets close. But even as they take down zombies, more swarm them. The strangers are still yelling at each other when Bad locks eyes with the blond one. His eyes widen and he stops yelling to shake his friend.

Bad puts his arms up, trying his best to show that he's peaceful, even while he's holding a tomahawk that's dripping blood. Skeppy pauses, too, to watch the exchange.

Bad isn't sure what he thinks is gonna happen. But the last thing he's expecting is for the blond guy to grab the other guy's arm and drag him out of the fray of zombies until they're at the other end of the hall. It almost looks like...

"Are they running away?" Skeppy explodes as the strangers glance back at them once then disappear around a corner. Leaving them with an endless hoard of zombies.

"Those muffinheads!" Bad says through gritted teeth as he takes down another zombie. "We were trying to help them! They can't just run away!"

"If I ever find out who they are..." Skeppy says, anger sparking in his eyes. Then, he frowns like he's just remembered something. "Who the hell are they anyway?"

Bad doesn't even have time to language him, not when the zombies keep coming at them. "Skeppy, we'll figure that out later. Right now, we need fight our way out of this. We still need to find Dream and George, remember?"

Skeppy's eyes widen. "Do you think Dream and George know about them?"

Bad's heart thuds in his chest and he fights a little more viciously. The strangers didn't seem all that threatening but they do have guns. Not that that means anything if they don't know how to use them.

"What if they know about Dream and George?" Skeppy is saying, sounding panicked and Bad grabs his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"It's fine," he says, trying to sound more confident than he feels. "We just need to find Dream and George first, as soon as we get out of here."

"Fine," Skeppy mutters. He jams his gun into a zombie's face so angrily that it makes Bad smile. But the smile fades as he looks down the hall, wondering who the strangers are and what they want. He never really trusted people before the apocalypse, and now...

He just hopes that him and Skeppy can fight off the zombies without getting hurt. And that Dream and George can hold out until they do.

George's POV

"What the muffin was that?" George asks, too stunned to realize he's used Bad's version of a curse word. Dream is frozen, too, his green eyes wide as he stares at the door. Gunshots still echo in the hallway beyond, those unfamiliar voices still shouting, and a shiver runs through George as he wonders who might be in the school and if they're allies or something else.

"Fuck," Dream mutters, scrambling away from George to grab his shirt and hoodie. He looks as shaken as George feels, but there's something else in his eyes. Almost like... regret.

George feels it too, especially when Dream tugs his hoodie on and his tanned chest disappears. Especially when he remembers why he'd kissed Dream in the first place. He wanted to forget about the zombies and his friends and the danger outside of the classroom but now, he realizes, he can't. Not if whoever's in the hallway might be a danger to them.

Dream stands and reaches out his hand. And George, sighing and grumbling, takes it, letting his boyfriend pull him to his feet.

When George looks up, Dream's eyes are locked on his, dark and intense. "What?" George asks, feeling his cheeks warm as he remembers their kiss, his lips on Dream's chest, and...