(T/W blood)

POV: Skeppy

Location: His house(Idk if Spifey still lives with him but let's say he does)

I straightened my light blue sweater and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. "This should go great..." I commented to myself.

I dragged Spifey out of his bed where he was having a mild mental breakdown. After reencouraging him, I gave him a knife to protect himself and returned to grabbing supplies. He managed to pull himself together enough to help me.

I grabbed a bar of soap and slipped it into a plastic bag before realizing I should also grab some plastic bags.

I made sure to power off my computer, hoping it would remain safe during the apocalypse, before slipping my phone into my pocket and heading downstairs.

Once I had everything I thought I needed, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and readied my knife and my frying pan. 

Spifey came downstairs with a backpack containing supplies. He met my gaze with worry in his eyes but didn't say anything.

I headed into the garage and got in my car with Spifey right behind me. I turned it on and waited to open the garage door. Once everything was ready, I opened the garage door and drove out as soon as I could. I closed the door once I was clear and drove down the street toward a6d's house.

I skillfully weaved in between any random zombies in the street and soon managed to arrive at a6d's house. Bad's car soon drove up and we got out of our cars at the same time.

I swung my frying pan at a zombie's head and stabbed my knife into its chest. Blood immediately spewed out and got on my hoodie sleeve. I cursed out loud, mad that I had already gotten myself dirty.

"Language!" Bad yelled. I couldn't help but chuckle and the two of us headed inside a6d's house with all of our supplies.

A6d greeted us, already looking decked out with things.

"A6d," I began.

"How many weapons have you been storing?" Bad finished for me.

He shrugged. "Enough for the apocalypse," he said, leading us inside. We entered a room and Bad, Spifey, and I stopped in shock. A6d had an amused look on his face as he walked over to a weapons rack.

"Here," he said, grabbing a bat with nails in it and handing it to me. I took it and examined it. "A knife and a frying pan aren't going to be enough," he explained.

"A6d... if we weren't in a Zombie apocalypse and we didn't need all these weapons, I'd question why you have them," Bad said, folding his arms across his chest. I noticed he decided to wear a red and black hoodie that looked quite similar to the one his Minecraft character wore. However, I didn't say anything.

A6d chuckled. "Help yourself," he said, gesturing toward the array of weapons.

I hesitantly grabbed a rifle, strapping it to my back, while Bad picked out a pistol and a knife. Spifey grabbed a rifle and swiped my frying pan before slipping it into his backpack.

I noticed a6d just had his chainsaw and a pistol. I almost wished I had a chainsaw but realized I would probably somehow hurt myself with it.

"Well, now we're prepared," a6d commented, his arms crossed over his chest casually even though he had a gun in a holster on his left side and a chainsaw hanging from his belt on his right side.

I put my knife in a sheath that a6d gave me and casually placed my bat on my shoulder, pointing it off behind me.

Bad just put his pistol in a holster he grabbed and put his knife in a sheath. He spotted something on the ground and grabbed it. "Oh look," he said almost sarcastically, lifting the tool. "A normal saw."

I chuckled at his comment and watched as he hung it from his belt.

"Let's make sure we have all the supplies we need before we get kicked out of the house," I said, remaining calm and keeping my head. I had to do it for my friends.

"Bad, Spifey, and I will do that," a6d said. "Skeppy, you need to try and get into contact with other people. We need all the help we can get."

"Okay," I said, leaning my bat against the wall and pulling out my phone. I dialed in a number while a6d and Bad went into the other room and put it on speakerphone, waiting for the other person to pick up.

"Skeppy?" came the voice from the other side.

"Oh, thank goodness, Techno, you're alright," I said in relief.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm with my family. How are you?" he asked.

"I'm at a6d's house with Bad," I responded. "Turns out, a6d has a terrifying obsession with weapons and has an entire room for weapons. He even has a chainsaw!"

"Welp, that's nice," Techno replied.

"Also, I've got a knife," I said with a grin.

"You've got a knife, well done Skeppy. Don't stab yourself," Techno responded, definitely aware of what I was referencing.

"I woonn't," I replied.

The sound of scuffling came from the other side. "Techno?" I asked.

My friend's voice was urgent as he said, "Skeppy, I think the phones attract zombies. I have to hang up. Meet up with you soon."

"Wait, Techno," I said, beginning to get worried. "Be safe."

"You too," he responded. Moments later, the line went dead. I let out a sigh and hit the end call button.

I rubbed my face with my clean sleeve after putting my phone away. I glanced outside and, sure enough, there were extra zombies. I cursed under my breath and wandered to find a bathroom in order to clean the blood off of my sleeve.

The blood didn't want to come off completely. I let out a disappointed sigh and just cleaned my knife instead. I couldn't always have blood dripping from my weapons. (just casually writing about blood dripping from things while my bedroom door is open c:)

Once the knife was clean, I tucked it into my sheath and headed out of the bathroom to find the others. They were just exiting from the kitchen with backpacks filled with necessary supplies.

"Just so you guys know, I have the first aid kit," a6d said, holding up the kit before tucking it into his backpack.

"Cool," Spifey said.

"Skeppy, did you find anyone else?" a6d asked.

I glanced outside the window, saying, "Yeeeah... I called Techno... The call attracted some more zombies."

"Well, that's just fantastic!" Bad said sarcastically.

"Guess we'd better find another shelter," a6d said with a sigh.

A thud sounded from the front door and everyone's attention snapped toward it. "Yeah," Bad said quickly. "New shelter..."

Turning to look at the others, I said, "We should scout out a new place and then come back here and fetch these weapons. They'll come in handy if we run into other people."

The others nodded and we got to work preparing for the scouting mission.

I was nervous that we were going to get ambushed. However, I didn't voice my fears.

(1164 words or so)

(This isn't super edited so sorry for any weird things)

(The next chapter will be from the POV of one of the Hermits! The pattern of back and forth will continue for a little while and possibly all the way to the end. Idk yet)

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