Characters: Tommy, Wilbur, Techno, Philza, Tubbo, Dream, SapNap(implied), George(implied), Skeppy(implied), BBH(implied) (yes a lot of ppl)

TW: Mentions of blood, Apoc Au(so if you don't like those Aus then plz skip), Heavy descriptions of wounds, Weariness, Loneliness, Implications of having starved and dehydrated for long periods of time.

Other: Like the TWs said, APOC AUUUUUUUU-

A mud-caked, dirty, and exhausted young teen trudged slowly across a cracked and abandoned road, crumbling and hazardous buildings lining the sides of the street as he hobbled along. He didn't bother to give a single glance towards them, and instead kept his tired gaze straight ahead, knowing far too well that those buildings could collapse without a moments notice at any unpredictable time.

The teen groaned, clenching his teeth and seething as he grabbed onto his right arm when it sent another sharp pang of pain up his arm and shoulder, which currently had on an unsanitized and grubby wrap of bandages around the center of it, covering up a nasty bite mark that he had obtained whilst fighting off a hoard of zombies. He knew well that there was going to be one day where his body would eventually give in to the dangerous infection that slowly made its way through his slowly circulating blood stream, but it was definitely a better outcome than being crushed alive by a collapsing building, or getting torn to shreds from a pack of wild, rabid dogs.

The young male, of which went by the name Tommy, continued forward on his aimless path, when he came across a rather stable-looking super-market that was completely made out of strong concrete, though all the windows had been smashed open by whatever sudden hurricane had occured here a few months prior.

He sighed with relief, finishing up examining the sability of the building before deeming it safe enough to go into, and he walked through the multiple isles, finding nothing except a few empty tins of tomato soup, and thankfully a large pack of stale (yet not expired) nutrient bars that had somehow not been taken throughout this entire ordeal. With this, Tommy could last for weeks on end. 

Now, the only problem was the fact that he had been running on no water for the past day, but he decided that he would figure that out in the morning since the sun was already starting to set. Settling down in a secluded part of the market that wasn't too visible at a first glance, he made himself comfortable up against the long-since rusted cabinets, and held a sharp knife in his right hand and the pack of nutrient bars in the other, before starting to drift off to sleep.

Though, it had only been a few hours when Tommy's sensitive ears picked up incoming footsteps from outside, and he quickly woke up, alert and ready for action, like every other night he was woken up from. He crept around the counter he had been sleeping behind, knife still in hand, when he saw multiple yellow beams of light flash into the building as soft voices clamored among each other. He silently hissed underneath his breath, getting just a good enough view to see that it was an extremely large group of humans, very rare to encounter these days since most people tended to either stay solo, with someone else, or even in a trio. 

But almost NEVER in a group as large as this.

Tommy moved around the store silently after hiding his new-found source of food, his scuffed-up shoes not even making the slightest of sound across the worn-down floor, and he practically flew around isles as he tried to get a head-count of how many people were in the group.

1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9. 

9 people. That shouldn't be too hard to deal with, but after seeing just two of the men, he knew that if it was going to be a fight, it would definitely be a challenging one. Lucky for him, he picked up some battling tips along the way. Though, hopefully the group would leave before they found him and his stash of food.

Quietly climbing up onto the top of one of the taller isles, he huddled himself down to seem like he was just another part of the isle top as he spied on them, taking note on how quickly their pace seemed, if some of them were easily clumsy or not, or if their hand slightly shook or went straight towards their weapon whenever they heard any type of movement sound, the weapon being simply only a singular knife just like his. He knew to take a few more movements and actions into thought, before he finally noticed that the group of people were moving out, having found nothing of use in the store for them.

The blonde let out a silent breath that he didn't know he had been holding in, when he went to climb down and instead ended up slipping off and thumping onto the ground, with his left shoulder and arm absorbing most of the impact thankfully. Unfortunately, it had attracted the group back into the supermarket to investigate the sudden noise, now all of them ready for combat.

So now, he only had one option to get out; to make a break for it right after he got his pack of food, of course.

Practically flying across the floor, he sprinted over to where he had hidden the food, his soft footsteps drawing them closer to his location, and a few of the group members managed to see his silhouette just as he ran and dove through one of the broken windows. 

As soon as his feet hit the group and checked that the small pack of food held securely in his left arm, he set off running as fast as he could, trying his best to ignore the ringing in his ears and the dryness of his mouth as he sprinted down the road, backtracking where he had first came from, hoping that if he kept running they would give up and settle in the supermarket themselves, but he quickly skidded to a stop and hid behind an outlaying trash can when he heard numerous, extremely familiar groans and moans coming from a hoard of dark shadows that trudged forward on the same road in the dim light of the moon.

Tommy could feel his breathing start to quicken as his many encounters leading up to his injured arm flashed across his vision, but he quickly shook them away as he realized the only way away from the group of people was through the throng of zombies  which now unpleasantly filled the streets. A risky strategy that he had seen someone do before swiftly entered into his mind, and instead of continuing to hide, he stood up on the trash can and called the swarm of infected beings over, the undead beings quickly snapping their gruesome heads towards the young male and quickly shuffling over, chilling groans filling the air as Tommy readied himself for the risky trick.

Just as the zombies got close enough, he leaped off of the trashcan and thudded one foot on a zombie's head, before repeating the same process time and time again until he landed on the other side of the undead mob before speeding off into the nearby forest. After about 20 more minutes of non-stop sprinting, he found himself up against a tree, panting and out of breath as one of his hands were on his knees, the food pack and knife held in the other. Tommy looked back in the direction of whence he had came, before turning his gaze back forward and starting his trek to wherever his legs would take him now.

By the time the sun was peeking over the horizon, the blonde had found a small ghost town with plenty of houses lining the sides. After checking the few houses that were still stable, he made a small sleeping corner in a room that looked as if it used to belong to a boy who had a loving and caring family.

Family.

Hah.

As far as Tommy knew, his family wasn't friendly, caring, or loving in the slightest. He often found himself buying all the food and paying the rent with the money he had earned from working endlessly in a fast-food restaurant. His mother was straight up abusive and neglective, often leaving most of the time to get fucked up at the neaby pub, whilst his father rarely ever showed up. And when he did, he beat his son 2/3 to death before scramming when his mother came home late at night. So, his feelings towards any type of family was extremely negative, either holding a feeling of anger-filled jealousy towards them, or a harsh emotion of longing and sadness.

You could imagine his fury whenever he was told by some Child Protection Servive people that he was going to go around in a foster system in hopes of being adopted. If anything, the teen would rather die on the streets before he was ever involved with any sort of family.

But, that was way out of the picture now, considering the fact that he was one of the only surviving humans left on this rubbish-y place of a planet. Not to mention that it was also humankind's fault for putting themselves in this position. Well, he never really liked the way society was anyways.

He felt his eyelids start to droop as his breathing became soft and even once again, and he allowed himself to be whisked away into the relaxing drift of another dreamless sleep after convincing his mind that he was completely safe here.

Though, in the nearby streets of the same neighborhood the young blonde had entered not even an hour prior, the same group of humans that had made an appearance last night soon found themselves in a pickle, with plenty of clean water, yet they had completely run out of food last night and had been searching for another store ever since.

Staggering along the road, the person leading the group currently seemed exhausted due to not getting a wink of sleep since two nights ago, with messy, dirt-covered golden blonde hair peeking out from underneath a neon green hood, accompanied with a plastic yet durable white mask coating the man's face that held an oddly unsettling smiley face on it. Almost too tired to produce a sentance that didn't sound like utter gibberish, they sluggishly raised a hand and pointed over to the most stable house nearby, and by some close connection between all of them, they understood the group leader's next motive, and followed the green-clad person into the house that Tommy also coincidentally seemed to be staying in.

After getting settled, the entire group passed out immediately from exhaustion, not bothering to assign guard shifts, for the town seemed completely rid of any signs of life, undead or not. The next morning seemed to come quickly, the group of 9 all still exhausted from yesterday as harsh hunger pangs haunted their empty stomachs. But, the one thing that they all noticed at the moment, was the fact that there was slight shuffling up on the second floor of the supposedly long-since abandoned house.

The neon-green blonde was the first to take into action, silently creeping upstairs as a man with pink hair and a young adult in a blue hoodie followed in suit. What they expected when they opened the door to a bedroom was either a couple zombies that had gotten trapped in there, or maybe even some extremely hostile strangers that had somehow made it this far into the apocalypse.

What they didn't expect was to find a frightened boy that held food in one arm, and a rather sharp-looking knife in the other. And what suprised the three the most, was the fact that they all recognized him.

It was the one and fucking only, Tommyinnit.

The two sides stared at each other for a moment, not really sure of what to make of the situation, when the younger blonde did what he thought was reasonable at the moment, which was jumping out the shattered window with both items still in his grasp. The pink-haired man that would be identified as Technoblade, or Techno, quickly gave chase and was able to drag the flailing boy back to the house, his expression filled with a mix of relief, confusion, and some others that would be too hard to identify, different from his monotoned and blank one that had been plastered onto his face when the apocalypse had first started. Their dialogue started to come into hearing range as the duo got closer to the waiting group of humans.

"-et me go! Let me go! Let me go!" It was obvious that Tommy was currently confused, terrified, and panicked, and still hadn't put a correct finger on what had just occured, until he saw the familiar group of humans that he had ran from not even 12 hours ago.

When the pair reached the group, everyone was silent as they stared at the boy that had seemed to have changed too drastically over the past 4 months. Tommy's eyes showed dark bags underneath them, and his frame was so skinny and sickly-looking that they were suprised he had any muscle left. His demeanor had completely changed, from being a loud, obnoxious, and reckless Twitch streamer, to a fear-filled teen that was more observant, calculative, and silent.

"Tommy?" A young brunette asked, their green eyes shining in relief, yet was still intertwined with disbelief as he approached the now-still blonde that had just been hanging from Techno's grip. "Tommy, I-...We thought you were-...I-We've been-" 

"Stay away from me! Get away!" Tommy's shout draped a cloak of confusion and sadness over the group, and the young teen managed to wrestle his wrist from the pinkette's iron grip, the knife and packet of nutrient bars still held securely in his arm and hand as he slowly backed away, his backside thudding against a tree as he held the small knife in front of him threateningly.

"Tommy, hey, Tommy, listen to me. We are not going to hurt you, alright? We just need you to lower the knife, ok? Here, look, I'll drop mine." The green-clad blonde comforted cautiously, slowly dropping his own knife to the ground as Tommy watched him do so, the youngest deciding to do the same as he let his right hand fall tensly to his side, still ready to attack if needed.

The man who was dubbed as "Dream" slowly approached the quivering male his hands held up in the air as a non-threatening guesture, before he gently took his white, porcelain, smiling mask from his face and let it thump on the grass. Tommy's breathing slowed to a normal pace as he watched Dream stop just a few strides away, his freckled and scarred face showing no sign of being hostile as the rest of the group waited in a heavy tension behind them.

The ocean-eyed blonde racked his brain for any recognization, when a pushed-back memory played over in his head, though it was only dialogue.

"Hey Tommy, sorry if I was a little too harsh on you on today's lore stream. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Of course I'm okay! Why would I, the GREAT Tommyinnit, not be okay?! How DARE you even suggest such a bLaSpHeMy!"

"Heh, alright, ok. Just checkin'."

(This ain't a real canon conversation btw-)

"Oh......Oh! I remember you! You're Dream, right?!" Tommy suddenly exclaimed, in such a manner that it surprised everyone. Dream simply chuckled and nodded, noticing of how he had instantly dropped both of the items that he had originally held onto like it was his lifeline.

Tommy practically flung himself at Dream, the man embracing the teen in a tight hug before releasing and allowing him to go meet the others. The green-eyes brunette named Tubbo had quickly recovered from his shock, and had practically rammed himself into the youngest, the duo catching each other into a hug that wasn't released until their arms got tired from squeezing so hard.

As Tommy went around to everyone, either hugging or shaking hands, the atmosphere seemed to lift a bit, especially when they gave him his own water canteen already filled with clean water, while he allowed them to feast on his stash of nutrient bars.

For once, everything seemed fine.

For once, everything seemed brighter.

Though, no one bothered to mention the wrap of bandages on Tommy's right arm, which covered up a nasty bite mark with a green rash growing aeound the edges.

This unnoticed fault will cost big consequences.

Ones that the group were not ready to pay.

I hope you liked this oneshot, 'cause it took forever to write out. The next oneshot that I post will probably be a continuation of one of the oneshots, so Imma just have a poll down here for ones that I can make a continuation of.

Not Allowed Here

The Dragon's Children 

Egg Consumption

Constant Fear(this oneshot)

(These oneshots will all get their own sequel if requested)

Also, please disregard any grammer and/or spelling mistakes, because I just really wanna publish this damn oneshot-

And, guess what? The word count on this motherfucking oneshot is.....

*Drumroll plz*

2936 fucking words.

 I feel like I should be proud.

Anyways, again, I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! 'Cause I sure did have a good time writing it!