Pogs n Shit (a oneshot book)

Im Bored so Heres an Apocalypse AU

Gore warning because duh

Reference names lol:

Dave = Technoblade
Vincent = A6D
Zak = Skeppy
Darryl = BadBoyHalo
Clay = Dream
Schlatt = JSchlatt
Travis = Traves

  Awakening with a start, Zak hit his head on the metal grating that held up the bed above him. Muttering an 'ow' and massaging his hurt head, he clambered out of bed and tried not to look outside as he went through his morning routine.

It had been the same thing over and over for almost two years now. Wake up, avoid contact with the outdoors for as long as possible, struggle your way through a terrible routine of scavenging for supplies and searching for any people that might have survived in this hellhole for so long. The disease-ridden world was cruel and unforgiving, punishing you with the sentence of painful death by the infected and, if you're just that unlucky, people that you would have called friends.

Zak heard someone call his name. He was standing in his room, completely ready and realizing that he'd done everything he needed to do to get ready as if on autopilot. That was a good feeling-- to know you were capable of doing such a thing without even thinking about it. Yet, it was also strange knowing that you only could because of how many times you'd done it in the past.

Sprinting downstairs, the boy grabbed his coat off of the stairs, which was covered in blood that had dried into a dark colour. His friends were all standing in the entry hall, collecting things off of the table by the wall and walking around the room in search of anything they needed. Zak saw his assortment of weapons laying untouched on the table, and he took them, equipping the gun and knife to his belt and putting the sword at his hip.

Together, he and the four others in his group headed outside. Zak barely noticed a few dead zombies on the ground, not even giving any of them a second glance unless one was somebody he had known. All of them walked in silence--

until there was a shrill call piercing the air, interrupting whatever silence the five had. Zak was on high alert as he looked to his friends-- Vincent had his hand at his belt, fingers clasped around his knife blade. Darryl seemed flabbergasted, too stunned from the sudden voice to move. Clay glared and looked around, trying to find whoever released the yell. Dave had brandished his dagger, holding it in front of him in a defensive stance.

There was an angry shout, a gunshot ringing through the air and the sound of quiet weeping immediately following. Everyone located where it came from at once and went in that direction.

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Dave couldn't believe it. Survivors?

He pushed away his shock and took in the scene around him.

The group had gone through a wooded area and came to a large plain, instantly seeing two limp bodies and one breathing man kneeling over them as another paced back in forth. The five stayed hidden in the trees, watching the scene unfold.

One body looked like a zombie while the other looked human-- pale, their dark hair stained with crimson, glasses knocked off his face and snapped in two.

"Forget it, Travis. He's dead," said the one pacing. The kneeling guy-- Travis --tried to speak, his voice breaking as he stood. Pacer went over to the zombie, putting a foot on it's chest as he grabbed the handle of a blade that was sunken into it, yanking it out with a sickening sound. Travis sniffed. "This is fucked up. This is so, so fucked up," he repeated.

Dave heard someone rustle a tree branch near him, putting the two that they were watching on edge. "Who the hell is there?" demanded Pacer. Dave could already feel that his group was at a slight disadvantage, so he stepped out of hiding with the other four in pursuit.

"You can trust us," reassured Darryl. "I'm sorry about your friend-"

Pacer drew a gun and pointed it directly at Darryl. "Don't you fucking talk about Ted!" he shouted, glancing over at the limp body of his friend. Dave frowned, not wanting to draw his weapon in case Pacer fired. "Look-- We're not here to hurt you," he said. "We were just passing by when we heard commotion. You can come back to our base and we'll get you comfort. It isn't too far from here."

Travis shrugged. "Schlatt, they seem fine," he said. "If they wanted to hurt us, they probably would have by now."

Schlatt considered this before reluctantly returning the weapon to it's holster, gesturing for the group of five to lead them to safety.

Bro I just watched compilations of Unnecessary Censorship and Cinematic Deaths with the Big Time Rush Theme Playing in the Background for like two hours I feel a l i v e