AU: zombie apocalypse

Important information: Tommy had been ten when the outbreak happened, he was alone in the house for only ten minutes before a zombie broke inside. He ran away and eventually gotten lost... he hadn't seen his family for six years.

Family: Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur, and Tubbo.

Tiggers Warnings: death of zombies, not used to eating, sleeping drug.

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He landed softly on the concrete as the heavy, threatening wind pushed him slightly in his movements. He hated when the wind was like this, it had meant he couldn't hear footsteps while the noisy wind blew.

He scanned the two exits of the alleyway and cursed slightly. He decided to pick a way, he walked to the left. His footsteps were quick and silent as he kept sure his surroundings were safe enough.

Tommy had been in this city for four year to the date, he's kept time... it's merely been six years since the day all this hell went down... sine he saw his family. He survived on his own, there could be no one he could trust.

The teen made it to the end of the alleyway, it was fenced off. He looked through the fence and scanned the area.

The dead walked the streets, mindless and hungry. The street was ruined after six years after it all started, it was run down. The abandoned, probably empty, cars littered the streets as the memory of the people who couldn't escape this mess in their cars were most likely one of the many dead who walked the area.

He scanned the buildings... a old clothing store lay just in view to the right. A few homes laid in between the clothing store and the gun shop. The gun shop was raided, there was no way it wasn't.

The teen felt anger rise up in him, it happened from time to time... he needed to kill these dead fucks. He opened the unlocked fence, the lock seemed smashed, it didn't bother him much.

He walked out onto the street as he gripped his combat knife. He kept his right hand on the gun holster, makeshift, incase he needed to pull it out.

"Come get me bitch!" He yelled with confidence, he's done it so many times before... he didn't mind. He may sneak around the city, but that's just so he doesn't get caught with too many dead. There wasn't a unbearable amount, there was just enough so he knew he could take them all on.

The dead slowly walked towards him in their normal manner. Tommy walked towards the closest one and stabbed him in the head. His anger was blooming in hell's rage, he immediately went to another dead and killed them. His anger only increased as he killed the third one. He was about to kill another when he heard the click of a gun... Tommy froze.

"Kill the zombies." The male voice stated from behind him, "you stay put." The voice growled. Tommy knew it was directed at him as his weapons were snatched from his hand. He had no weapons on him so he put his hands up and watched as two people walked into his sights.

Tommy's rage bubbled in his chest, he needed to calm down other wise he'd have another episode...

After the dead were killed, the two in front of his turned to the teen. Tommy didn't bother taking in their appearance and just hoped he was either shot or just pushed away and didn't get taken. He'd rather death then be taken by bandits or cannibals.

"What's your name?" The male behind him states.

Tommy bit his lip slightly, he couldn't explode right now. "Tommy Innit." He stated, it was second nature to say his middle name and first name.

Silence rained over the air for a moment as the three seemed to have a silent conversation. "Tommy Innit Minecraft?" The male to the right of his view asked. The teen glanced over to the male and raised an eyebrow his anger rising slightly to a highly dangerous level.

"Why the fuck do you know my last name?" He growled, hating the fact that his last name had been mentioned after so long of accepting he'd never see his family, nor use their name.

"Calm down kid..." the male behind him lowered the weapon and stared, he seemed to examine the boy. "The names Dream." He stated, Tommy turned slightly to see the masked male who had previously threatened him.

"I'm Sapnap," the male to the right stated.

"George," the last one stated as he pushed back his hair.

Tommy lowered his eyes as he glanced over each unfamiliar male trying to figure out what the hell they knew his last name. It wasn't as if his family was famous, sure Wilbur was a musician but no one cared that much to keep up with their family.

"Explain how the fuck You know me?" He snapped wanting his anger, that was still building up, out.

"Calm down," Dream stared once again, "your family is in our group. They showed us a photo of you just in case anyone found you alive or dead." Tommy raised an eyebrow at this, his family...? This was a trap, there was no doubt in his mind.

"You fucking lair!" He snapped glaring harshly at the male, "I already know their dead! I accepted that I'll never see them again! Don't you fucking dare give me false hope!" He screamed, his voice rising.

Tommy couldn't see but the two, who was now behind him as the teen faced Dream, was having a silent conversation. They had promised to Philza that no matter what, they'd bring Tommy to them if they found him. Either him alive, or his dead body to bring the family a proper funeral. They glanced to Dream who was attempting to calm the rage of the teen.

Dream noticed them looking and nodded slightly to the two. Sapnap nodded back and pulled out a needle, they always kept it on hand... just in case Techno's voices were too much and they came back to him in a blood craze.

As Tommy was distracted with Dream, he was grabbed suddenly. He fought for a moment before something pricked his neck. He attempted to fight against strong arms before everything slowly went blurry, then to black.

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Tommy slowly woke back up, a groan passed his lips as he noticed the anger had died when he was injected with whatever was in the needle. He pushed himself up but was pulled down by something. He finally noticed he was laying on someone's chest.

He felt rage and fear run through him, who was the creep he was laying on?! He attempted to pushed himself up once more before pausing when he noticed the males face.

"Dad...?" He whispered out recognizing the face instantly. He couldn't forget the face he thought had been dead for the last six years. The male was fast asleep with obvious bags under his eyes. Tommy glanced around the room for a moment to notice a photo of their family next to the bucket hat his father always wore before the outbreak.

Tommy, still feeling drowsy, he laid back down. Cuddling to his father's chest, he closed his eyes slowly and slept... praying that it wasn't a cruel dream.

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Voices were quietly talking as Tommy started to wake up once again. He heard soft, relaxing humming escaping from someone under him. Tommy assumed Phil was humming softly to calm the boy in case he woke up. Humming always helped Tommy's anger when he woke up from nightmares or something happened the day before.

"Is he okay Bad?" Wilbur's voice hit his ears. Tommy kept his eyes closed as he listened to the soft humming but quietly wondered who Bad was.

"He's fine, he'll feel a bit tired when he wake up since those muffinheads gave him a bit too much... but he should wake up soon. Other then that, there are no injuries." A unfamiliar voice stated calmly, "I'll take my leave. I have to check on Skeppy." The door quickly opened and closed.

Shuffling was heard for a moment before silence surrounded the room. The only noise Tommy could hear was the humming from his father. The teen still felt tired as he laid there.

After a few moments Tommy decided to open his eyes, he slowly opened them. His head was turned to the left side of the room. He immediately noticed someone was sitting by the left side of the bed. The teen glanced up a bit confused before seeing the long pink hair that hadn't seemed to change in six years. The two locked eyes for a moment before Techno spoke up, "Tommy?" He asked a bit surprised yet attempting to keep his monotone voice.

"Techie...?" He managed out as he blinked a couple times.

"Hey Theseus," his eldest brother spoke softly when he heard the nickname he hadn't realized he missed from the youngest.

Tommy glanced around aimlessly, he passed over his father's kind face. Phil smiled softly at the still tired boy. He glanced to the right to see Wilbur and Tubbo. Tubbo was sleeping against Wilbur, while the older held him closely.

"Hey Toms," he greeted the youngest.

"Wilby...?" He, in his tired mind, couldn't bring himself to say his proper name. Wilbur smiled brightly when he heard the nickname.

"Toms," Tommy looked towards Phil, "how are you feeling?" He asked fully aware the boy was tired.

"Tired..." he mumbled out, Phil sat up and pulled the youngest closer.

"After you eat and drink, you can sleep again." He stated looking towards techno whom nodded and left the room soon after.

"I thought you all were dead..." he admitted as he buried his head into his father's shoulder.

Phil smiled sadly, "and we thought you were dead." He admitted, as he brushed some of Tommy's messy hair back.

Silence ran over the room for a few moments, techno broke the silence as he came in with a plate of food. Tommy lifted his head slightly to look at the male as he walked over. Phil, noticing Techno, moved Tommy slightly so he could still lay on Phil chest but also eat the food and drink the water techno had brought in.

The teen glanced at the items as they were placed on his lap. He hadn't had food in a bit... he was a bit unsure how much food he could even eat before he felt like throwing up.

He was a bit hesitant but picked up the fork, he ate a bit of it before shaking his head. "What's wrong Strawberry?" Phil asked as the nickname came back, Tommy had stopped being called that when he was five. It used to be his favourite nickname but they stopped calling him it for some reason, yet hearing it again gave him peace.

"Not used..." his words were trailed off and made just noises that were supposed to be words. Yet techno seemed to understand what the boy was saying.

"Your not used to eating this much?" He trailed off a bit unsure, yet Tommy nodded slightly confirming what the male said. No words were spoke as a silent conversation went on, techno moved to sit on the side of the bed. "Bud, I need you to eat a bit more." He stated as he picked up the fork Tommy had placed on the plate.

The teen shook his head, he felt a bit sick already as he leaned on his father a bit more. "Strawberry, just one more bit and you can sleep again." Phil stated softly bushing Tommy's hair back. Tommy, giving up, nodded... techno feed Tommy that last bite before the boy passed out.

"Goodnight Strawberry..." his father's voice greeted him with sleep. His hair being brushed back once again.