Well hey guys, I just finished this new, rewritten chapter of Grey Skies, and well I hope that you like it a little better then last time, I think this time I'll just put it in third person pov instead of Spongebob's pov, it's a little easier.
The sun was slowly setting over the horizon, the warm colors of orange, red and yellow, temperatures were starting to drop on the long walk home. It wouldn't be long before the sun finally set and the night would become dark.
He had to hurry, he wasn't too far away. The day had been harsh, putting his life at risk everyday, just for him, he depended on him to live, if he died, then surely he would too. Spongebob limped home, not stopping to look behind him, he didn't have the time, he was waiting.
None of what had happened was planned, for the first time in his life he wasn't ready for what had happened Five years ago, not that it mattered anymore, what's done is done, there was nothing to fix, the only thing he could rely on was his ability to kill. No that doesn't sound like Spongebob, why would he need to kill anything? Everything was dead, nothing but the living corpses walked around, every one of his friends and family were dead.
This wasn't something they were prepared for, this was something that you'd expect to see in a movie or Tv show, but this is no AMC film, what did it matter. Five years it's been since the virus broke out.
Spongebob was the luckiest out of the bunch, he was immune to the virus, as was two others, but they both died along time ago, he knew both of them but, it didn't matter now. They weren't immune to the bite however, one bite lead to the infection, one bite would lead to another but he never let it get that far.
It is all true, that bikini bottom is at the end of a zombie apocalypse, but not only was this once beautiful city infested with them, but the whole damn ocean, and eventually it spread to the land creatures, the ones who dined on the dead fish became zombies themselves and that quickly spread across the land above.
Everyone that he had ever known and loved are all dead, his family, Patrick, Squidward, Krabs and his daughter, Plankton, even Sandy, everyone, gone. This virus stops at nothing, it doesn't care if that you have a family, it doesn't care if you're dead or alive, it cares about anything.
More than a dozen times he's stop to look up at the grey sky, wondering why he just doesn't end his life, after all there was nothing left, so why not let them kill him? But he is shortly reminded by the voice in his head that there is someone that needs him, that is worth living for, that is worth fighting for, so he can't just give up.
He drags his tired aching feet through Jellyfish fields, he doesn't stop to look at the dead things that surround him, everything is dead, the grass is all brown and cracking under his feet, only a few patches of the dead grass lay scattered over the sandy plain. The buzzing Jellyfish have all gone extinct, sad really, one virus that was incurable destroyed all life, but there was nothing he could do, why was he still fighting? What was the point?
The point was mostly out of revenge for the fallen, revenge for his family and friends, revenge for her, the safety for him, so he could live.
He was close, he could see the cave just ahead, he was almost home. The cave was hollow, and dark, the moon only shined through from a few spots on the roof, shining down on the caribbean blue water, it wasn't too cold, and it wasn't to warm. Spongebob walked into the water until he found the drop off. Spongebob took a breathing mask from his backpack and slipped it over his face and dived down, this was the only way to his secret hiding place, or his new home. It's a hard place to find, one wrong turn and you'd drown and die, he reached a tunnel near the bottom of the pond.
The tunnel stretched on for endless miles, but he didn't need to go far, at least ten feet in the tunnel at the top there was another tunnel about another ten feet he swam up to the top before knocking a pattern at the top of it after a few seconds a door opened he swam three feet to the surface.
Spongebob lifted his exhausted body out of the water and plopped himself on the hard ground, he looked up at the ceiling, "Oh, Spongebob you're finally back, after three long days." says a all too familiar bitchy woman that he seemed not to mind, "I've missed you, Karen, I'm sorry I've been gone so long." he apologized standing up on his feet and walking to the stone made table, he threw his wet bag on the table before sitting down.
Karen rolled her eyes, "Please Squarepants, you know how Connor gets when his father doesn't come home." she says, Spongebob let out a sigh, "I know, and I'm sorry for that, but you know I can't help it, I was too far away to come home." Spongebob said turning his head to his bag he took a few things out before dumping the rest on the table.
"More junk?" Karen asked taking the other stuff off the table, "Hey it's not junk, Karen these are the things I need to repair." he said taking a gun from shelf and bringing it to the table and began working on it.
"How is everything?" Spongebob asked not looking up from his project, "Everything is perfect, you don't even need to ask." Karen rolled her eyes, Spongebob let out a sigh, "and Connor, how is he?" he asked glancing at her, "He's just fine, he's in bed sleeping." she said, Spongebob nodded turning back to his work he smiled, "That's good." he said.
"He wanted to stay up and wait for you just incase you came home… I would have let him but, I didn't know if you were gonna come home or not, he cried when I…" "Thank you Karen," he interrupted her.
Karen didn't say anything she just stood there, Spongebob glanced up at her again, "What is it now?" he asked, he was starting to get irritated, "You know what, the least you could do is come home and…." "Karen enough, I am not going threw this with you again, you know better than anyone that I love my son, and you testing me like you are isn't the smart way to go." he barked.
"I'm not testing you, Spongebob." "Karen!" he shouted slamming his fist down on the table with a loud bang, Spongebob shook his head rubbing his eyes, "I'm sorry, your bath is ready." she said turning away, Spongebob looked at her, he sighed, he had no right to yell at her, she was right, he should've been home.
"You probably want to know why me and Karen are even allies." Spongebob said looking at the reader (yes you sweetheart). It was after her husband died, he felt bad for her, Plankton never meant for this to happen, it was an honest mistake, really it was.
Back than Plankton had bragged about how he invented the best burger in the ocean, and he was right, it was the best, even better than the Krabby Patty. He didn't know how he was even able to make something so good, the ocean loved his food, but everything fell apart.
It wasn't even his fault, if those greedy, impatient fish would have waited for their food to be made like normal people instead of throwing a fucking tantrum, then none of this would have happened. Plankton was in the kitchen fixing up a fresh batch of his Chummy Burgers, that's what he called them, when something shook the Earth causing him to dump too much of an ingredient in the fresh batch, he didn't even have time to make another batch with the riot raging outside the doors, if the customers didn't get the wanted they would tair the place apart until they got what they wanted.
Spongebob limped into the bathroom, he stopped when he was in front of the tub, he started to take off his clothes, Karen stood behind him she let out a sigh, Spongebob looked at her, "What is it?" he asked her, "It's nothing, it's just that, you know how much I hate seeing those scars." she said, Spongebob turns back around, "Sorry, I forgot." he quietly said looking at the water, "You always come home with another to add to the collection of scars." she said, "I mean we are running out of stitches, you know, and it looks like the one on your back, and face needs them." she said, "Thanks for worry, karen but they're not that deep," he said stepping in the hot water and sitting down, the water turned red with blood, most of it wasn't even his.
"I'm sorry," Spongebob apologized to Karen again who stood behind him, "For what?" she asked, "For snapping at you earlier, I didn't mean to…" he said, "I know." she said, "I'm just tired, and my legs and back are killing me, I haven't really slept in the last three days." he said, "It doesn't matter." "What do you mean it doesn't matter?" he asked turning his head over his shoulder, "You don't need to keep apologizing, you were tired and sore, all you need is a good bath and a good nights rest." she said.
"Like that's gonna happen." Spongebob scoffed, Karen let out a chuckle, "You never change." she said. Spongebob stood up, still naked, in front of the mirror, he held onto the metal sink. He has changed, a lot.
Squarepants was no longer that kid that skipped and sang in the streets yesterday, he was a man now, sounds strange, but it was true. He's aged by the looks of it, he must've been in his early thirties, he's grown up alot. Time had changed him and the way he looked at the world, what used to be a world filled with nothing but color and happiness was filled with grey nothing but grey, everything was dead, and trying to kill him, what was there to be happy about? You could say that having Connor would be one, but it was sad really, having to raise your first born, your only child of three years in a world so dead and cold without a mother, and you are constantly leaving, and he knows that there is a great chance that his father, his hero, the man he looks up to, the guy he depends on, might not come home.
Spongebob had grown a foot or two, he was littered with scars, old and new, he needed a shave but why bother with it now? Who was he trying to impress. His voice grew darker with age, his skin had also tanned a shade darker.
Karen called out to Spongebob, he reached for his clothes on the rack next to him, he slipped on a pair of shorts and slipped a black t-shirt over himself, Karen would bitch him out if he walked around in his underwear. Spongebob walked out of the bathroom, he stood at Karen's main screen, "What is it, Karen?" Spongebob asked.
Karen adjusted the screen to a figure by the pond, it was unusual, "What is that?" she asked him, Spongebob shook his head, "I don't know, zoom in." he said leaning on the giant keyboard, "I looks like, it looks like a girl." he said, "A girl?" "Yeah, that's about right, and strange she's not…" "She's not what?" Karen asked, "You can't be serious, Karen open the hatch." Spongebob ordered picking up his mask.
Spongebob popped his head out of the water to get a look at the girl, she was leaning over drinking the water, Spongebob dived back down to get closer, the girl looked out, "This doesn't feel right." she said to herself as she stood on her feet to be knocked back down.
She tried to scream but Spongebob covered her mouth with his hand, he was on top of her forcing her down, "How the fuck did you find this place!" he shouted to her, he let go of her mouth, "Let go of me, g, get off." she faught.
"Shut up, are you trying to lure them here?" he asked covering her mouth again, she kicked him off of her, finding it time to escape, but the sponge was faster.
"No you don't." he said jumping on her and pinning her stomach down, she tried to fight again but before she could do anything she blacked out.
"What are you going to do with her?" Karen asked as I throw the girl out of the water, "Nothing yet." he said picking her up and swinging her over his shoulder, he pulled out a silver operation table and threw down on it and tied her down, "Now she can't escape." he said, "I'm going to bed now, tomorrow we'll figure out what we'll do with it." Spongebob said cracking his back and than walking away to a room.
Well guys, how was it? Anyways, it's time to go work on the next chapter.