Haven | Dreamnotfound

Dehydration or infection

Chapter 5

Dream held his breath as he lay in the bush, not moving an inch, his hearing heightened. He'd killed a lot of the zombies, suffered a lot of cuts in the process, and now he's managed to outrun them enough to hide for a minute.

He heard a low growling and slow footsteps crunching leaves and twigs nearby, and he just closed his eyes, praying it wouldn't hear him.

The footsteps stopped, and Dream's heart began beating faster. Had it gone? Was it still there?

A step closer to him, and the growling grew louder. Dream gripped his sword tighter, and tensed his jaw, ready to fight.

There was a sudden loud crack in the distance, and the zombie that was inching closer to him took off in the direction of the sound, letting Dream relax slightly. Whatever that sound was, it probably just saved his life.

Dream was exhausted. And hurt. He adjusted himself slightly to examine his arms, legs and bare chest. Multiple scratches and cuts, some from nails of a zombie, some from trees or sticks. There was blood trickling down basically every limb, and down his torso. It wasn't pretty.

But no bites. He got lucky.

It was near nighttime now. He has no idea how far he had run, or which direction the others were. He didn't know if Sapnap even got the other bag, or if either of them survived.

Night was the most dangerous time to move, though. He doesn't have the same view of potential hazards or creatures as he does in the day. Plus, he needs sleep. But he also needs food, and Sapnap has the other bag. Well, he hoped so at least.

So Dream carefully got out of the bush, looking around for any zombies nearby, and when he deemed it safe, began tracking back in the direction he hoped he had come from.

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"He's probably starving." George said, taking the dry ramen from Sapnap.

"He's survived worse."

"It's been hours. It's nighttime. Do you think he's ok?" George tapped his knee.

"I'm sure he's fine." Sapnap bit his lip.

"What if he couldn't handle the zombies?"

"He can."

"What if he was bitten?"

"George."

"Or can't find where we are?"

"George. Shut up. Please." Sapnap said harshly, but then took a breath, and ate some of his own packet of ramen.

"Sorry." George mumbled, looking away.

They sat in the silence of their cave for several minutes, the silence only being broken by their chewing of dry noodles, and the crackling of their tiny fire used only for light.

"Sorry for catastrophising." George said softly after a few minutes.

"It's fine." Sapnap sighed, looking at the ceiling. "I do the same. I just usually keep it in my head and try not to freak other people out." He gave a pointed look to George.

"Sorry." George said sheepishly.

"I thought you hate Dream anyways. Why are you worried?" Sapnap then asked.

"I never said I hate him. He hated me from the get-go and I wasn't about to let him walk all over me. Although, he is a cocky prick. And unreasonable. And clearly has some anger issues. But he means well, especially when it comes to you. Everything he does is to protect you and I admire it." George shrugged.