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

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Punz sat calmly on the couch, watching as everyone organized the trailer.
"This is a nice trailer.." he calmly look around.
"Very big and open for a trailer."

"Mhm." Karl smiled, looking at Punz.
"We are just trying to make everything work" he smiled happily.. he liked this new home.
"We just need a bigger trailer is all."

Punz looked out the door, seeing Dream and George happily talking outside.
"So what's with those two?" He tilted his head.
"If you don't mind me asking of course."

Karl was about to speak- but was cut off.

"A marriage couple." Sapnap peaked over the front seats.
"Always side by side." He smiled happily.. he was happy for dream.
"They are close."

"I can tell... which of the two is leader around here?" Punz looked among the few.. someone must call the shots..
"Cause whoever came up with that plan of escape was smart as hell."

Sapnap and Karl looked at each other, both thinking a similar thought... they followed along but they knew Dream couldn't have thought of a plan on his own.

"It'd be George." Karl looked at Punz with a smile:
"He has been calling the shots and he makes us all feel welcomed... though we don't know him very well." He rubbed his arm awkwardly.
"He treats us very well."

Punz felt happy... it felt at home here.
"So... no one hour sleeps...? We can actually sleep for more then an hour?" He adjusted himself.

"Well- we take day shift and night shifts." Karl carefully stuffed the medicine into a cabinet.
"George and Dream usually take night shifts." He knew they weren't day people.

Punz nodded his head.
"I'll help you tidy up." He stood up happily.

.: George and Dream POV :.

George couldn't help but laugh, covering his mouth as he watched the blonde struggle to balance on the log.
"Pfft.." he tried to contain his laughter.

"Jesus!" Dream tried to balance on a log, soon stumbling off it.
"Fucking hell!" He grumbled.

"Not that easy now is it." George rested his hands on his hips.
"Once you can balance on a log with both your arms spread out.. then you can fight again." He shook his head.. he wanted what was best.
"It's just a simple way to see if your shoulder is healed."

Dream had an unimpressed look.
"That's not fair!" He stood up straight.. he can fight perfectly fine.
"I'm strong enough to fight."

George rolled his eyes, walking up to the blonde.
"You need to heal." He ruffled the blondes hair.

"I should definitely start eating apples more often." Dream grumbled, couldn't help but let a smile creep up on his face.

"Oh? Why's that?" George rested his hands on the blondes shoulders.
"Hmm..?" He stared at the blondes scars.

"An apple a day keeps the doctors away." Dream rested one of his hands on George's hips.. letting out a small laugh.

"So sad that all of the apples are rotten in an apocalyptic world." George placed his hand on dreams cheek.. softly rubbing his thumb.
"You are stuck with me in this apocalypse." He couldn't help but smile happily.

Dream chuckled, nodding his head.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He was happy George was warming up to him.

"Now let's get some rest." George placed a kiss on dreams cheek.
"I want to get out of this town." He nudged his head.
"I've been in one place to long."

Dream looked over at the open road.
"Yeah.. I don't like this town either." He saw a building in the distance.
"Oh!"

George perked up, seeing the blondes face perk up.
"What is it..?" He looked in the direction Dream looked.