Remember Who We Are(Wilbur x Reader, DISCONTINUED)

19

Pain it was the one normal emotion that Y/N felt. At least that she felt appropriate for a time like this. Her friends were dying left and right. First Ranboo, and Wilbur wasn't going to last long. Speaking of Wilbur he just admitted that he was falling for her? What was she to do when someone admits that kind of thing? Her thoughts got interrupted as she heard the groaning of distant zombies. Panic struck her as she immediately woke the group up.

Fear was written across everyone's face as they clutched tightly to their swords. The group was desperately just trying their best to survive, and here they were dealing with yet again another threat. Wilbur barely strong enough to hold his sword looked at Y/N with determination he wanted to get through this so he could show her that he could take care of himself. Taking a deep breath he ran into the zombies prepared to fight. The group doing the same, they fought valiantly until more zombies appeared. A gasp left Y/N's lips as she turned to warn Phil.

"Phil more zombies, we need to lead them somewhere they can get lost or looped. We can't just keep going down the tunnels and back towards our safe house." The male nodded agreeing, he knew that she was right. The group ran back towards the entrance they had came in, searching for tunnels that parted from their current one. Wilbur badly needing the cure, but Y/N couldn't risk it. She couldn't go back to her father and ask for help, no she'd be killed. Swallowing the lump in her throat she found a tunnel and took an abrupt turn down it as the others followed. The echoing groaning fading though she knew they'd be shortly to follow. And just as she was coming upon a door to open into a larger room a hand reached through the door and nearly scratched her. Shrieking out she turned back towards the group and quickly fought off the threat in front of her.

"Come on just through the door, we'll be able to close it and come up with a better game plan."

The boys piled in one after the other, throwing themselves through the door and into the room. All breathing heavily finally able to catch their breaths and slow down. But slowing down was nowhere near what was going to happen, no, they had to figure out a plan to get out and get Wilbur to safety and back to normal. Y/N had promised him that she'd save him. Taking a deep breath she ran a hand through her hair as nails clawed at the door.

"Phil? Any ideas? There's no way that Wil can fight."

"I—I can fight." Wilbur quipped back as he flashed a cheeky smile to her. Shaking her head she turned towards Phil and the others. She knew deep down that somebody wasn't making this out alive, and she had a feeling she knew just who that was, Wilbur. Losing him would only ensue that this truly was her fault, it was all her fault that he had gotten bit, scratched, whatever it was, she couldn't remember right now. Her nerves and worry were through the roof and they needed to come up with a plan quickly. Charlie looked at her and motioned her aside from the group. She followed going off away from the others into another smaller room.

"He's not going to make it out Y/N, Wilbur I mean, he can barely stand."

Y/N bit her bottom lip as she lowered her head, she knew it was true, she knew there was no way that Wilbur was making it out. There was no way that he would live past this. It was going to be her fault that another person died, that her best friend died, that her crush died. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at Charlie nodding. She knew what he meant. The two talked for a bit and rejoined with the group. Charlie and Wilbur left to the room shortly after. She turned to Phil and broke down in tears. The male knew she didn't want to be bothered so he goofed off with Tommy. Y/N's heart broke as she looked at them, it was likely that they weren't going to make it out either. And yet again it would all be her fault. She couldn't lose all the people she cared about, she just couldn't. A scream pierced her ear drums as she quickly stood to her feet. Head whipping in the direction of Phil and Tommy, neither were hurt.

No.

It couldn't be Wilbur or Charlie, it just couldn't. Worry filled her as she turned on her heel and walked into the other room and saw Wilbur at Charlie's neck trying to bite him. Quickly she grabbed hold of Wilbur's shoulders and pulled him off. Anger and rage flashed in his eyes as she looked at the male who was fine mere minutes ago fighting off the zombies. The bite, it had fully spread, Wilbur was gone. Tears filled her eyes again as he growled under his breath eyeing Y/N dead on, this wasn't going to end well. Feet pitter pattered against the floor as Zombiebur tackled her to the ground biting and scratching at her.

"Charlie, get out of here, I'll fight him off and try to get him back." The male rushed to his feet and out of the room to join the others who on looked in fear, tears were rolling down Phil's eyes as she ushered Tommy and Charlie away from the ongoing fight. He had a feeling it wasn't going to end well. Echoed growls and groans bounced off the walls as the two wrestled on the floor and Y/N tried talking to Wilbur to get him back.

"Wil it's me, Y/N, come on, this isn't you."

Zombiebur rushed at her again. Y/N drew the scalpel that she stole before they had left into the tunnels from her pocket holding it out in defense. A scream left her lips as her shirt was ripped by the prying hands of the male above her right now. Using all her strength she pushed him off and spoke up again.

"Wilbur come on, I know you're in there." A low grumble left the males lips as her shaking hands held onto the scalpel. Zombiebur's head twisted at the object in her hands like he had never seen it before, lunging towards her and knocking it out of her hands. The object clattered to the floor and he rushed at her. She backed herself into the corner and on looked him. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as he picked up the scalpel, pointing it towards her now. Feet leaped off the ground and rushed towards her as she scrambled out of the corner and fell to the floor. Zombiebur twisted his body which ever way as he rushed towards Y/N and pinned her to the ground again, scalpel held to her chest, her hands latched onto his wrists as she pushed the object away and he pushed it down. The scalpel pierced her skin as she screamed out in pain and agony, she had to do something before he killed her. With all her strength yet again she kicked him off, losing grip on the scalpel the metal clattered to the ground again.

This time Y/N was quicker, hand grabbed hold of it as Zombiebur flung himself at her, her eyes closed as she heard and felt the metal pierce skin. The blood on her hands the one person she didn't want.

Wilbur's.

She dropped back pushing herself into the corner, knees pulled up to her chest as she rubbed at her hands, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her friend, crush, was dead, at her hands. Those stupid fucking files were right. She was the one to kill Wilbur.

"Y/N." It was Phil's voice.

"He's dead, he's dead, he's fucking dead."