We're leaving this city.. (human sans aus/ Zombie apocalypse)

Chapter 19 - One week.

Warning:
No good descriptions
Person with magic
Hallucinations
Gore
Breaking bones (not described much, just a little crack.)
People being the way they are
Screaming
(I hate this story, it's not good. The plot line is terrible, the characters don't communicate right... I may just kill them all off if there is no need for this story! I won't if someone likes it but if so then this'll shorten.)

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"Don't yell." Dust murmured, yawning loudly. " 'm still tired." Horror leapt onto the bed, jumping right onto Dust and hearing a loud gasp from the now awake Dust. "Horror!" Dust yelled, pushing against his head. "What do you need?"

Horror nuzzled Dust's chest, slowly sliding to besides Dust. Dust shifts over a bit, wincing as his muscles were all tense. "Where are we?"

"Hos... hospit- al." Horror says, trying to pronounce the word. Dust froze, staring at Horror nervously.

He glanced around, "the hospital? Why are we here...?" He noticed Ink who gave a big grin, then glanced at Palette but quickly skipped over the random children he had never met before. He turned to Blueberry and Error who were smiling (or looking rather surprised) at him, then to Nightmare which gave a small nod.

Finally, to Killer. He shifted nervously, holding himself from running up. He didn't deserve to talk to them like nothing happened, nothing didn't happen. It was wrong, Killer was wrong.

"Hey Kills, you'll answer properly. Why are we here?" Dust asks, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. Small curls of hair fell over his eyes like normally, comfortably looking through the small gaps at Killer.

Horror helped Dust sit up with a quick glare at Killer. Killer put his arm against his leg, pulling at the material. "Uh... you passed out." Killer looked away, feeling Horror's eye on him was not as friendly as wanted.

"I did, you've seen that before it's normal. Why are we here?" Dust questions a little harsher than before. He stared at Killer with a crazed look in his eyes. "And tell me why Horror hates you?"

Killer's breath hitched, Dust didn't remember. "You were out for a couple of days, Horror brought you here. He has many reasons to hate me, I'm not sure which is on his mind right now."

"A couple of days..." Dust repeats, staring down at the clean white covers just over him. "How... did that happen?"

Killer glanced at Nightmare, feeling his hand crawl along Killer's shoulders. Small soothing circles wove against Killer's shirt, rather bloodstained shirt but shirt nonetheless. Killer leant into the touch, quietly humming.

"Brother." Horror muttered, watching at Dust closed his eyes then slowly opened them. "Your."

"My brother?" Dust questioned, gripping the white sheets tightly. "Right..." he felt Horror press against his side, wrapping his arms around Dust's waist.

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He had his signature jacket, the dusty blue wrapped over the grey thick layer which created the hood over his knotted hair. He wasn't walking properly yet but he just needed a good stretch.

"So... why are we all here?" Dust asks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Who's are the kiddos?"

Palette waves at Dust, "I'm Palette! This is Goth." Dust nods at them, glancing back at the adults.

Nobody had answered Dust's question so Blue cleared his throat, "Um, I'd just say Zombies." Blueberry smiles, his hands held together in-front of him. Dust stopped for a moment, his bare feet just tapping the cold floor.