Zombie Apocalypse! Sanders Sides DISCONTINUED

Last of the Real Ones?

Blake's POV
~timeskip~
~at the "safehouse"~
"Goodnight Brook"
"Ni night"
I flick the light out and walk downstairs to the others, flopping onto the sofa next to Logan and Virgil. Thomas sighs.
"We are never gonna stop running..." he says, solemnly.
"Not necessarily, just think, in the walking dead they managed to stay in one place for ages." I reply, smiling at him slightly.
"I just hope we aren't the only ones who made it out of there..." Patton whispers. Virgil looks around and our fairly large group.
"Are you ok Virgil?" Logan asks him. Virgil just nods.
"Roman, have you eaten?" Virgil says softly. Roman hesitates, then nods.
"That means no. You need to eat." I say sternly. He sighs. Patton passes him a bowl of whatever he'd made earlier on.
"Wait.... so there's a possibility we are the last ones alive?" Athena asks. Logan nods, looking around.
"Which wouldn't be helpful consssssssidering we are all- well, most of ussss are Gay...." Deceit hissed. Thomas nods. A few moments of silence pass, aside from the quiet groans of zombies outside.
"What if Joan and Talyn didn't make it out...." Thomas peeped.
"I'm sure they did Thomas." Roman answered. Thomas looks at Roman, slightly scared, looks at the group, looks back at Roman and hugs him. Roman hugs back.
"They'll both be ok, I promise you Thomas." Roman whispered to Thomas. They stay like that for a while, people, one by one heading upstairs to sleep. Eventually I go upstairs, going into the room my sister is in.
Logan's POV
Everyone had gone upstairs, beside myself, Virgil, Roman, Patton, Deceit and Thomas. Patton was curled into Deceits side, nearly asleep, Virgil sat near me, reading something. Thomas still clinging onto roman. The six of us fell asleep like this.