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

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George pulled his bandana over his nose, holding up his silenced pistol.
"Shit.." he whispered under his breath.

This was a longer walk then he thought, he must've drove the long way here..

George shrugged before walking, he didn't mind walking in the dark.
"Hopefully this place isn't swarming after last time." He held up his silence pistol.

He felt bad for lying to Dream, but he did it as his best intention..

As dreams doctor and friend- he couldn't let him fight.

George held his gun tightly as he walked towards the dark building.
"I should hurry up with this." He quickly jogged down the alleyway- listening for any walkers.

Thankfully he can use his headlight to see once we gets into the building.. and since he's alone..

He can listen for any sort of sounds.

.: Dream POV :.

Dream sat silently on the bad, looking around his room.
"Hm.." he looked to his left, seeing the basket of George's candles.

He slowly made his way towards the left side bed table..

Dream looked in the basket, looking at all the different scents.
"Pineapple breeze sunset??" He furrowed his brows.
"What kind of fucking scent is that?!"

"Pineapple."

Dream jumped, turning and seeing Sapnap.
"Jesus Christ." He let out a sigh of relief.
"You scared me."

"Apologies." Sapnap chuckled, walking towards Dream.
"You should light one of those candles, it's dark as hell in here." He rubbed the back of his neck.

Dream nodded his head, grabbing a box of matches.
"Where did George go..?" He lit the candle, humming softly soon after.

"He.. went to fix the rv outside with Karl." Sapnap sat at the end of the bed.
"We hit a few walkers on the way- so they are getting off the pieces."

"Shouldn't we go help..?" Dream furrowed his brows, adjusting himself.

"Nah, they are completely fine on there own." Sapnap waved his hand, his smile growing.
"Besides, if one gets bitten we will hear them yell." He shrugged.
"I'm betting it will be George."

"That's not funny." Dream scrunched his nose, scoffing slightly.

"You just met him." Sapnap rolled his eyes.. he just needed to occupy Dream.
"And isn't he technically your doctor?" He crossed his arms.

"Well.. technically yes- but!-" Dream was cut off by Sapnap.

"Do you think it's wise to fall in love with someone that can leave without a word?" Sapnap wanted dreams input on this... mostly for him to think.
"You've known him for a week or so..?" He hummed softly.

Dream leaned against the bedframe.
"There's something he has that no one else has now of days." He softly smiled.

"Oh?" Sapnap cocked a brow.
"What is it?" He hummed.

"He has compassion." Dream adjusted his shoulder.
"And he is genuinely a nice person."  He smiled happily.
"He talks to me and spend time with me."

Sapnap smiled softly.

"Hes amazing! At everything!" Dream perked up, his smile growing every time he spoke.
"And he doesn't see me differently." He hummed softly.

"Oh? So he doesn't care about the hole.. killing thing and that you were famous?" Sapnap couldn't help but be relieved.

Dream shook his head... he could mention George's past life- but he chose not too.
"He's a good friend." He smiled.

Sapnap rubbed the back of his head, anxiously laughing.
"That's good-" he mumbled softly.

"Why..?" Dream furrowed his brows.

"I may or may not of lied." Sapnap adjusted the collar around his shirt.
"Just a little bit..?" He whispered.

"For what??" Dream sat up straight, extremely concerned.

"George went to the pharmacy." Sapnap nudged his head.
"He left about 20 minutes ago." He awkwardly laughed.

Dreams eyes widened.
"Alone?!" He stared at Sapnap.
"Why did you let him!"

"He didn't want you to get hurt." Sapnap stood up, looking at dreams arm.
"He'd rather it be himself then affect us with it." He hummed.

Dream stood up out of his bed.
"Regardless I'm going to help!" He stumbled over his feet.
"Im not letting him get hurt!"

.: George POV :.

George crushed his foot on the walkers head, letting out a huff soon after.
"Grosss..." he scrunched his nose.
"I liked these boots.."

He held a metal pipe in one hand, using the other to stay in grasp reach of his gun.

George kicked the walker away before walking towards the pharmacy.
"God.. there is so many more walkers then last time." He pushed his hair back.

He's already killed about 3 walkers..

George kicked around pieces of debris, walking up towards the pharmacy.
"God damn it." He held up his flashlight for a mere moment- seeing the many walkers inside.

How the fuck did this many walkers swarm this place?!

George let out an annoyed huff, lowering the flashlight.
"I'm going to be covered in grime." He adjudged the pipe in his hand.

As he was about to swing his pipe- it got caught behind him.

George eyes widened, quickly turning and seeing a walker caught in his pipe.
"SHIT-" his eyes widened.. how was the walker so quiet?!

Before he knew it- the top of the walkers head was stabbed into.

George watched the walker fall to his feet.
"Gross-" he took a step back.

"Are you okay?!"

George quickly looked up, seeing the familiar looking at him.
"I-" he was cut off.

"did you get bit?!" Dream quickly looked around George, unable to check throughly.
"Are you scratched?!" He was in a panic.

"I'm not bit..thankfully." George had a sigh of relief.
"Do not worry." He smiled.

Dream had a sigh of relief.
"Good, now- What we're you thinking?!" He aggressively whispered.

"I didn't want you to get hurt." George noticed how fairly dressed Dream was.
"Your arm is screwed up.." he placed his hand on dreams bad shoulder.

Dream scrunched his nose slightly.
"I'm fine.." he slowly moved George's hand down.
"Don't worry.."

George grasped dreams hand.
"Stay back alright..?" He whispered softly.
"Only fight when necessary."

"I'll follow right behind you." Dream held up his axe, his smile growing.
"I'm not gonna let you fight alone." He nodded his head.
"So I'm not listening to you."

George couldn't help but smile.
"Why you so keen on helping?" He pulled his pipe from the walkers smashed body.

"I don't want you to die." Dream nodded his head once more.
"You are.. my friend." He anxiously laughed.

"Of course." George turned around, walking towards the pharmacy.
"Let's fight." He swung the pipe in his hand.

Dream adjusted the axe in his grasp.
"After you." He hummed soon after.
"Sir."

George made his way towards the pharmacy... hopefully everything will work out in the end.
"Idiot." He scoffed.

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