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Apocalypse

(This is gonna be mega long cause it's gonna have pretty much everyone in it, so here's a list of who's gonna be in this one:
Will
Alex
George
Kwite
Henry
Ani
YEET THATS A LONG ASS LIST THIS IS GONNA BE EFFORT)

"We can't stay here." Henry commented, raising an eyebrow. He was clearly outvoted, as Ani and Kwite had already placed their backpacks down.

"Why not?" Ani asked, crossing her arms. Henry could think of hundreds. It was dangerous here. They hadn't checked anything. "We haven't slept in days! We need rest if we want to survive."

"We have to be careful!" Henry argued back.

"Being careful means nothing if we die of exhaustion." Ani was right. The group of three were incredibly tired. Dark circles brewed underneath their eyes and they all looked pale, despite being outside a lot. Henry gave in, placing his bag down besides there's. He didn't sit, though. Instead he pulled out a knife and walked back to the door.

"Need to make sure it's safe." Kwite nodded, giving him all the confirmation he needed. He understood why Henry felt on edge, uneasy and unsafe. Unable to rest here. Despite all the convincing, Henry still believed it was his fault Brandon and Quackity had died. No matter how many times Kwite and Ani reassures him that it would have happened anyway, he took extra caution in making sure they all stayed safe. The very last of them.

The house they had resided in was big and old. When they had walked past it, one of the only houses that hadn't been destroyed, black gates had protected up the driveway and thick bushes long past needing trimming over took the fence. The gates were rusty and pushed easily, allowing them in. Now, Henry stood on the second floor of the house in the hallway. It was carpeted, a mouldy brown, and overall creepy. There was another bedroom which Henry peeked his head into, quickly leaning away from. It smelled of death and was partially destroyed, half the wall falling down. Henry carried on, creeping up the stairs to the attic. He swallowed thickly, clutching his knife harder in his hand.

He heard a low growl as he reached the top of the stairs, coming from one of the two rooms at the top. He pushed the door open with his foot and jumped away from the zombie crawling across the floor. Henry grimaced, plunging his knife into the zombies head. He pulled it out quickly, carrying on. There wasn't much, the attic was bare and had no purpose to the group. Henry made his way back to the room.

"It's fine." He said, closing the door to the bedroom. "We should rest now, we need it." He muttered, grabbing his bag and getting on the bed.

It was old, the mattress was very worn and bumpy. The pillows were flat, and the cover wasn't much- but it was a bed, and that was more than anything they'd had before.

Henry climbed into the corner, tucking himself into the crack between the bed and wall to make more room. He tucked his bag behind him and slid his knife back, just incase something happened.

Kwite was next, sliding in next to Henry. His hair was getting longer now, as was Ani's. When they had time, they'd cut there's back to a usual length with rusty scissors. It was quite apparent that they had no time, as Ani's hair was wild and untamed, a curly fog of hair that now went past her shoulders. Kwite's was still considered short, his hair came down to his eyes in an awkward fringe. Henry's was still the longest. He hadn't cut it in all the years they'd been surviving. It was ridiculously long, level with his stomach. It was always caked in dirt, as they rarely found a place to wash. They'd gotten used to the smell by now.

Ani slid onto the end of the bed, pulling the covers over her.

"Night guys." She said quietly, turning her face to the cracked window in front of them.