End Of Days

6: Coffee Shop

When they returned to the overturned car, they weren't sure what to expect.

Tubbo had distributed what little weapons he had, and Dream and Tommy took it in turns to help him limp through the abandoned streets. They only encountered two zombies, both of which had been taken care of easily with the use of the shotgun.

Dream told them that the zombies definitely infected you if they bit you. He said that he'd watched a boy a few years younger than him turn in the dark confines of the room. He had this hollow look to his eyes when he told the story that made Tommy shiver. They all agreed that they needed to keep their distance from the creatures wherever possible.

When they arrived at the overturned car, almost everything was left untouched. They thought that they'd struck gold until they realised that Schlatt's body was missing. Tommy felt sick at the thought. They moved on to talking about anything else as they piled up all their supplies on the sidewalk to assess their status.

"I don't think I'm ready to leave yet." Tommy said as he fished a couple more water bottles out from underneath broken glass.

"Why not?" Tubbo called from the back seat, where he was carefully pulling out the items that he had Tommy had previously stacked in the middle seat. "There's not many worse places to be, big man. I think anywhere beats this shit hole."

"I'm not finished yet." Tommy stood up and shook off the broken glass as he circled around and added the waterbottles to their growing stash. "I want those assholes to pay for what they did. They killed Charlie, Tubbo. And Schlatt. They would have killed us eventually too." He glanced at Dream, who gave him a small nod as he continued to inspect cans of food for damage.

"What do you want to do?" The boy in green asked as he tucked a couple of cans under his arm and then moved over to add them to the collection.

Tommy glanced at the car. A permanent reminder of what The Pit had stolen from them. "I want to burn that place to the fucking ground."

Tommy looked back to Dream, and watched him for his reaction. He thought it over for a few moments, weighing the cans of food in his hands. "Okay. We can't exactly go anywhere right now anyway. Tubbo's leg needs time to heal. Why don't we find a spot to hunker down, and then we can plan our next move."

"Sounds good." Tommy gave him a nod.

Tubbo crawled out from the backseat, a dejected look on his face. Tommy's eyebrows drew together. "What's wrong big man?"

Tubbo carefully pulled something out of the back of the car and held it out to him. "I'm so sorry dude."

Tommy's heart sank as he realised that it was his camera.

Carefully he took it from him, holding it gently in his hands. There was no fixing that kind of damage. It had been crushed pretty badly in the crash. He smiled sadly, and gave his friend a shrug. "It's okay man. It's an old camera anyway."

Tubbo and Dream got back to work pretty quickly, but Tommy spent a few moments inspecting the damages of his camera. There was no way it would ever take another picture again. It made him sad to think about how this would just be gone from his life forever now.

He went to throw it away, but he couldn't bring himself to. His mother was this camera's previous owner. It was a way of keeping her close, even when she was long gone. He'd been taking photos for so long now that he wasn't sure how to live without it.

So he slung the broken camera around his body, and helped his friends retrieve the remaining supplies from the wrecked car.

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They found a little cafe at the edge of the town.

It was a simple setup, with only a couple of windows. There was a counter and tables, and a more open area with booths and a pool table. There was even a back room with a few handy supplies, like bottled water and powdered milk.