Blood & withered roses || Dream x George x Sapnap

|| Two ||

CW || Blood.

He slipped his knife back into its sheath, where it was easily reachable, and started sprinting towards where he could hear the shouting. He clambered onto the shattered rooftop and effortlessly scaled the walls of a nearby building, surveying the landscape around him until his eyes landed on the source of the noise.

Dream watched as a horde of infected converged on one point, it definitely wasn't the biggest horde that he'd ever seen but it was still big enough to be hard to fight off. He was torn between jumping down to help this person or waiting until they were dead to just loot their corpse, it would be risky to try to save them AND having another person around would be a hefty increase in the amount of food already needed... But, if someone had survived this long, then surely they must be able to pull their own weight.

He glanced towards the centre of the mess and tried to spot the human being amongst all of the infected, it was hard to see them but he could definitely see the ring of zombies at their feet, the sheer amount of dead infected was enough to impress. So, instead of ditching them and waiting until they were already dead, Dream crept a bit closer along the crumbling tiles of the old rooftops to try and scout them out a bit more.

The raveonette fighting off various sickly creatures brushed a handful of tousled ebony hair out of his mocha eyes, slightly-tanned but still pale porcelain skin plagued with oozing wounds, the light brown freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose and cheeks giving him a slightly childish appearance which, upon closer inspection, did not match his fighting skills. The creamy complexion of his skin was tainted with sickly dark blue bruises and partly healed deep cuts alongside ragged gashes, many of these wounds were tightly wrapped with seemingly unchanged bandages but there were still areas of injured skin that had been left to breathe.

Despite all of his injuries, along with the shallow breathing occasionally wracked with coughs, the man still seemed to be winning the fight. After dropping down into the foray, slicing at the zombies with his hunting knife that he'd makeshift-ed the leather handle of, Dream managed to get closer and actually got the chance to take a good look at him.

The man was a lot shorter than him, although he didn't seem to care about the fact that he couldn't see over the top of some of the zombies, just wildly swinging his baseball bat around. As well as a distinct difference in their size, he was wiry, with his messy black hair draping down his neck and the folds of his torn shirt hanging off of his frame. Whereas Dream wasn't as lean, with his broader shoulders and neater un-cut hair that only reached halfway down the nape of his neck.

They looked over at him in surprise, freezing for long enough that one of the infected came from behind and shoved him forwards onto the rubble coated concrete, the raveonette hissed in pain as he scraped his knees but elbowed the zombie before grabbing his bat again, smashing the infected's skull open with a single blow from his wooden weapon before turning back to the horde. Quickly, the pair of them were back to back fighting off the zombies, clearing out the whole terrace within minutes, and he spun around to talk to them.

The ebony haired stranger held his bat in a poised position, ready to fuck him up if he made any movement towards being aggressive, so Dream raised a hand and backed away for a couple of steps. "Hey, woah, put that thing down...," He muttered with a quiet laugh. "I just helped save your life, why would I try to attack or kill you?"

For a moment, they paused to mull it over, before slipping the bat back into the strap slung over their shoulders with a sigh. "Yeah, you're right... Wait-," He grinned, looking back up at Dream. "Are you real? I'm not just sleeping right now? This is awesome! You're real, right, real and human!?"

"Umm... Yeah, more or less, I guess so." Dream shrugged.

"I HAVEN'T SEEN ANOTHER PERSON IN SO LONG, THANK GOD, I WAS STARTING TO GO INSANE," He laughed, pressing a hand to his forehead. "THIS IS AMAZING!"

Dream was a bit taken aback by his vibrant personality but found it amusing, the raveonette's smile becoming highly contagious. "Yeah, isn't that great? I honestly thought that everyone else had died off or gone crazy..." He looked up at the sky again and immediately turned away from the stranger, heading off down the street.

"Hey, hey, hey wait!- Where are you going?" They called out to him, running over to catch up. "Home, the sun is setting, trust me... You DON'T want to get caught out on these roads at night..." He replied simply. "Can I come with you? I... Umm... Don't really have a place to stay the night..." They muttered, tagging along beside him.

"I...," Dream said, contemplating the pros and cons of letting another person join him... He could really use the extra help, as long as they were capable enough to catch food and fight off infected on their own... And, he didn't know why, but he trusted them.

"I guess so..."

"YESSS! Also, i've been living in this town for months, how come I haven't come across you before?"

Dream shrugged. "Coincidence? I've only been here for a few weeks, plus, I don't usually go into towns... Too many infected in the bigger cities, it's dangerous."

"Right, right... Of course..."