MCYT Oneshots

The Disease (DreamTeam, MuffinTrio)

George sat in the corner, struggling to control his breathing. The events of the past few months weighed on him, invading his thoughts constantly.

They called it the Ira virus, Latin for rage. People who were infected became a bloodthirsty shell of their former selves, acting violently towards their families or those they had once called their friends.

And as far as George knew, he was the last person in the kingdom to be infected.

Sapnap went out to search for supplies, and Dream went looking for him. Neither of them returned. George assumed the worst and barricaded himself in his house.

And that's where he was, sitting in the corner, legs pulled as close to his chest as possible. He was doing his best not to cry or scream, afraid he'd attract the attention of whoever, or whatever, was outside. George looked took in a shaky breath, before looking at the clock that rested on the wall in front of him.

It was almost dawn.

George let out a sigh before pushing himself off the floor. Yesterday he had discovered that he was rather low on supplies and needed to get some soon if he wanted to survive through the upcoming winter. Today was the supposed last day of fall, so he would have to do it today, or risk starvation.

He walked into what he had deemed his room, where he bent down to grab the rather large backpack with a smile printed onto it. He took a look at the bag, letting out a sigh as he swung it over one arm and walking over to what little supplies he had left. He grabbed some food and clean water, along with a few weapons if he, no when he would run into infected. He zipped up the backpack before he put it on. He pulled the hood of his blue sweater up, and put a mask on before he walked out the heavily reinforced door.

George softly and quietly closed the heavy door behind him, locking it before he quietly ran through the street of the place he had once called home, care to avoid debris. He looked to the east as the sun began to rise, smiles softly as the sky lit up. At least there was one thing that the virus couldn't ruin.

George looked away from the sunrise, jumping at a noise that had come from one of the buildings nearby. Half of him wanted to check, to see if it was another survivor, but the other half wanted to live. He didn't have to wait long as he heard growling from the building, then a shriek. George sighed and ran quietly down the street, avoiding dark areas as much as he could.

George had learned a lot about the virus over the past month, but they were still just theories. George believed that the virus forced its host to become nocturnal, as George rarely saw any infect during the day, and when he did, they were far more aggressive. He also believed that they moved in groups, and or herds. That way they covered more ground, which was one of the reasons that many had become infected the first few weeks of the infection. However, the one thing he was absolutely sure of, was the fact that the infected still had their memories from before the virus, and this wasn't a good thing in George's case.

George shook himself out of his thoughts and looked up, where he found himself in the market area of the kingdom. He walked in slowly, avoiding anything he believed to be some sort of trap. The infected were smart and knew how to set up traps, George knew from personal experience. He shuttered at that memory before he shook it off and began to search through the many booths sprawled about the market.

After about 4 hours, George had filled his own backpack along with 2 others he had found in the area. This would be enough to last him at least two months. He has to come back next week in order to stock up enough for the winter. He looked down at the backpacks, before smiling, satisfied with himself.

However, that feeling of happiness only lasts a few seconds before he heard a growl. George looked up and found that an infected was staring straight back at him, their eyes bloodshot. What really shook George up was the hoodie the infect was wearing. It was baby blue, and he could only guess that the hood had a cubical derp face on it.