Delirium [Zombiestuck]

Prologue: Day 19 [Dave]

'This is my reality now.' He reminded himself as he readied his weapon, the walkers wait for no-one, and neither does he.

Gone are the days where he could relax in the comfort of his bedroom. The four walls used to feel like a prison, a cage slowly decreasing in size, suffocating the young adolescent until he was forced to retreat to the larger parts of the house. These days those walls would be anything besides that, he would even go as far to describe them as comforting. Almost. That aspect of the household had disappeared along with his Bro. He had been one of the first to be turned somewhere in the city centre. It had been on live TV, that was how Dave had found out. That was before the power stations had begun to malfunction, with nobody to maintain them, they had fallen into a state of disrepair within days.

As for the nuclear power stations, they were a constant threat, one that nobody could control either. Everything on this earth had become a ticking time bomb, harmful to those who were attempting to survive.

One zombie began to amble threateningly close, causing the teen to flash back into reality. Dave effortlessly slashed in a horizontal line with one of the many shitty swords in his possession, decapitating the walker's head clean off its shoulders with ease. The remainder of his swords hung in a special bag that was made with the specific purpose to contain his blades. He had his Bro to thank for that too. He had managed to modify it slightly so that it could contain all of his extra weapons (and food, should he ever come across a large enough stash to begin to stockpile it). At least he could finally appreciate the reasons behind the training he had been forced to endure because of his Bro. It had been hell, every single one of them had. But he practically owed his life to them. They were the reason that he was one of the lucky few to have escaped their place in the mass population of the undead. The moaning of the zombie hoard approaching soon drowned out any other thoughts he had as his survival instincts began to kick in.

His eyes narrowed in concentration, darting around as he picked out target after target, eliminated enemy after enemy with fatal blows to the head. He had to find them again, his friends. No matter what the outcome. Whether they were dead or alive or... undead. He would continue his search until the end of his days, which might come around sooner than he expected. He had to play his cards right. This life was no longer a game that played by the rules, the only way to survive was to cheat his way around death. Avoid it at all possible costs.

Another walker lurched for the male, attempting to lock its bloodied, rotting teeth onto his arm. He automatically dodged and slashed once again, not putting much thought into it. He sighed and wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead. Once again reminding himself that this was his reality. Whether he liked it or not.

One false move could end it all.

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Hello there! First of all, I'd like to thank you for checking out my story. :0 And yes, this will have specific ships in it (which I am not going to identify at this moment in time), this will include a majority of the Homestuck characters, but with the trolls as humans (or zombies... who knows? ;) ) I do plan to go through this in the morning and modify any errors it may contain, etc. So I guess that's a thing I need to do. 8')

Any feedback would be appreciated! Expect Chapter One to be posted soon. :D

~ Artie x