.: A needle in a wasteland:. Zombie apocalypse Dnf Au .:.

.:12:.

.: two hours later :.

Dream adjusted his mask, leaning against the wall.
"Where are they.." he looked at the sky..
"It's been a long time."

It was already afternoon.. and they weren't back yet..

Dream started to get worried.. what happened to them...? They usually are back within an hour.
"Thank god foolish is gone.." he tapped the grass.

He was glad to finally have a break.
After a few moments- he heard someone storm through the gates.

Dream glanced up, seeing foolish storming in.
"Damn it..." He grumbled before listening as he watched foolish walk up to another.

Foolish was covered in blood.. more then usual

Dream saw how pissed foolish was..
"What happened..?" He looked back at the gate.. seeing Punz, Jack and eret walk through the gate.

He listened to the groups conversation..

"Too bad We lost one."

"Yeah, but we got the bag of meds- that's all that matters."

"I need a shower after all that.."

Dreams gaze sorrowed through his mask.. did.... George not make it..?
"Oh.." he looked down sadly, leaning against the wall.

His frown grew.. this wasn't fair.

.: George POV :.

George quickly made his way towards the group up ahead..

He was forced to stay behind and get questioned by Wilbur about what happened in the pharmacy...

Something about how did that walker get so close without being shot.

George felt relief once he made his way into the sanctuary.
"God.." he rubbed the back of his shoulder.

His fucking back was killing him... especially after getting hit in the back with the gun.

George was about to walk away- but was stopped.

"You are George correct?"

George looked over, seeing some random individual.
"Yes..?" He furrowed his brows.
"Why.....?"

Who the hell was this? And how did they know his name??

"He's waiting for you, he's been sitting there for awhile." The stranger pointed towards the wall, having a concerned look.

George looked back, seeing Dream slumped against the wall.
"Oh! Thank you for telling me." He hummed happily.

"You know he's a bad person right..? Why do you talk to him..?" The stranger mumbled quietly.

"He's my patient." George turned around, walking towards Dream.
"I have to help." He shrugged.. Dream wasn't a bad person.

They were just Rude..

George rolled his eyes.. Dream was not a bad person.
"Pfft.." he watched the blonde keep the blanket wrapped around his body.

He crouched in front of the blonde.. tapping the man's mask.

-

Dream closed his eyes.. growing tired from sitting there..

But before he fell asleep- someone tapped his mask.. startling him awake.

Dream quickly looked up, seeing the brunette.

He blinked a few times.. a little shocked.

"You are okay!" Dream sat up straight, his smile growing happily.
"I thought something happened."