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It was a normal day– at least to them, Sapnap, Dream and George, that is.
The trio were in George’s house during a casual meet up when their phones began to blow up, message after message, texts flowing in like a river on each of their devices.
“Check the news!”
“Did you see the news yet!?”
“TURN ON YOUR TVS!”
“Something crazy is happening!!”
All three of them were naturally confused, who wouldn’t be? Dream turned off his phone and reached for the remote on the coffee table in front of him, “Let’s see what everyone is freaking out about.” He commented casually as he switched on the TV and flickered to the news channel, the familiar face of the newswoman soon filled the screen.
“Good morning, (IDGAF) City.” She started as always, “Reports are confirming an ongoing zombie outbreak.” Sapnap snickered, “A zombie apocalypse? Really?” He muttered, just loud enough for the other two to hear and smile a little at the absurdity. “Infected individuals can be identified by visible black or purple veins, pale eyes, and aggressive, animal-like behavior. They exhibit heightened strength and speed, with infection spreading exclusively through blood-to-blood contact.” George threw his arms up, gesturing to the TV, “Oh come on, are people really believing this shit?” He laughed a bit.
“Additionally, rainfall has turned mildly acidic, resembling saltwater, though currently harmless.” Dream was fully smiling by that point, “Salty rain? Really?” He commented slyly, “At least that part’s a little original.” The Newswoman continued, “Our station remains outside the immediate danger zone,” George let out a snicker, “Oh yeah, of course they just so happen to be in a safe zone right now, How lucky!” He sarcastically remarked.
“However, an evacuation is underway. Please stay indoors, remain cautious, and await further updates.” “Yeah guys, we better hurry and stock up on supplies!” Dream snickered with a wide grin. “This is Jaqueline Hensworth, reporting live. Stay safe — and hopefully, I’ll see you next time” The newswoman finished leaving the three in silence once again.
“Imagine if she wasn’t lying.” Sapnap chuckled, standing up, “There are just zombies roaming through the streets killing people,” he stopped by the window, his words elicited some giggles from the other two.
“There’s no way though, I mean, who in their right mind would believe that zombies were–” He was cut off by the window behind him shattering as a grimy, black-veined hand broke through and grabbed him by the neck, dragging him back against the wall, it would’ve taken him through the window and outside but the window wasn’t big enough for that.
The other two froze for a second but soon rushed over to help free him from the dark veined thing’s grasp.
George grabbed at the thing’s fingers, attempting to pry them off as Dream hit the thing’s arm to try and make it let go, the thing’s hold eventually loosening enough for George to tear its fingers off of Sapnap’s neck and he gasped as fresh air entered his lungs, falling to his knees as he clutched his neck, choking on the air that he could finally breathe.
The other two hauled him up by the arms and dragged away from the window where the thing was still reaching through the broken shards of glass.
“Let me see, let me see!” George pressed the second they were away from any windows or doors, trying to see Sapnap’s neck. He moved his hand to reveal a small bruise on his neck and long, bleeding scratches along the side of his throat from where the nails had dug in and stayed as it let go. “Shit, this is real!?” Dream shrieked, more to himself than the other two.
George ran to the closet only a few feet away and swung the door open, pulling a baseball bat out to arm himself. Being armed was probably a good choice. “Dude, are you okay?” He pried as he grabbed Sapnap’s arm to back away from the windows as Dream began to backtrack from the same. “It hurts but it’s not bleeding too bad, I think I’m good.” Sapnap turned his head towards the other as he put pressure against the injury to stop the bleeding– as minor as it was.
“Let’s go to the kitchen,” Dream suggested, already walking towards it backwards, “We can get knives and stock up on food, I’m not sure, but cities probably won't be the safest places to be.” He guesstimated, that was enough for the other two to rush to the kitchen.
The quiet, windowless kitchen that led to the dining room with windows too small for anyone to enter through vertically.
Thank whatever deity exists, if any.
Dream slid a large blade out from the knife block on the counter and gripped it firmly, it felt good to feel the hilt against his palm, along with the knowledge that he’d have a weapon in case something went wrong. Glass shattered a few rooms away and Sapnap pulled a newly cleaned Fillet knife from the sink, and a boning knife from the dish rack. There were better options, but they would work better if thrown which he was better at.
“George, do you own a gun?” Dream asked, George was quick to shoot back, “I have a pistol in my bedroom but I don’t know how to use it.” “I do, Sapnap?” Dream questioned, turning to the other. “Not well.” He replied.
Slowly moving towards the stairs through the dining room while staying away from the window just in case of something going wrong, on the second floor, in George’s room specifically, Dream crouched down to look under the bed, “You’re sure it’s under here?” He asked, arm reaching around for anything other than a box. “It’s in the box labeled Memories.” He explained while keeping watch at the door as Sapnap stayed down by the bottom of the staircase in case anything somehow came through.
“I still dont see any– there it is!” Dream pulled a dark burgundy box with “mEmORiES” written on it in scribbly childlike sharpie handwriting.
Inside the mEmORiES box lay a few polaroid photos such as vacation photos, fishing trip pictures, etc, in a weird pattern like something was underneath them, which was soon revealed to be a partially loaded Pistol with a few magazines next to it.
Perfect. ish.
He grabs a black backpack from George's closet and places the contents of the box save for the photos inside before slinging it over his shoulder.
“Okay, is there anything else we need for a zombie-like apocalypse? Other than food & water, obviously.” Dream asked as he headed out the door. “I think a reliable form of travel works. We don’t have any horses though and gasoline goes bad eventually…”
“I am not getting on a tandem bike with you three, or biking next to you guys.” George very firmly stated while they got down to Sapnap. “I mean, I think there’s a petting zoo like, twenty-something miles away, I think there’s a horse or something there. Worst case scenario is that we get stuck riding alpacas.” Sapnap suggested while they set off to the kitchen, “But there is the con of having to take care of said horse. Slash horses plural. Plus, the issue of coming across water or dense terrain.”
George hummed in response, “I prefer horseback and having to take care of them over bikes.” he commented, “but isn’t that going to take like, 9 hours?” Dream asked, “seven hours and forty minutes, not nine.” sapnap corrected as he grabbed as many non-perishables as he could and shoved them into the backpack.
“How do you know how long it would take to get there?” Dream prodded as he grabbed water bottles and filled them with as much as could fit in them. Sapnap shrugged. “I looked it up a few weeks ago.”
“Right, well, I think we have enough supplies food-and-water-wise, I’m going to go upstairs for some extra clothes and another backpack– should I grab two? I think we’d move faster if we were equally weighed down and not two of us with a bunch of stuff.” George rambled, backing away. “I think two more backpacks is good, yeah.” Sapnap replied while searching the drawers for anything useful.
George disappeared up the steps for a few minutes and came back with a filled grey backpack slung over his shoulder and an empty sage backpack in his other hand, which he then handed over to Sapnap who began filling it with things like a pocket knife, a bread knife, duct tape, a map of the city, and two navy sleeping bags, plus a black one.
The three headed out to the streets, avoiding the few zombies that hadn’t been lured away by screaming failed escapists trying to run.