hey! i wrote a zombiestuck fanfic, or i am anyways. sorry if it sucks ;P let me know if yall like it!

Part 1

Dave

The sky overhead was dark and covered in clouds that casted a shadow over the town below. The clouds showed signs of future precipitation, and the people down below looked up with disgust. The dark clouds brought problems for the humans. A kid wouldn't be able to have their birthday party that day, or a man on his way to an important meeting didn't bring an umbrella and was going to get his new suit wet. But one boy didn't mind the incoming rain storm. In fact, he was prepared for it. He always loved the rain.

A blonde boy about the age of 15 leaned against his work building in the ally where the workers took break to smoke. He had his headphones on with his hoodie over them just in case it started raining. His brother would get mad if they got ruined. Dark aviators covered his eyes, making him look cool. Hiding under them were his ruby red eyes and a couple of freckles, which were so not cool. The boy pulled his phone out of his pocket to change the song. A notification of a new text message flashed on his screen. Sighing, he unlocked his phone, opening the message. There were several, and all were from the same person.

"DAVE!"

"DAVE WHERE ARE YOU!"

"DAVE PLEASE ANSWER THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!"

"DAVE SERIOUSLY!"

He sighed again, heavier this time, letting his fingers mindlessly press the buttons to form his message. "what the hell is so important john." He clicked send, and went to his music, changing it to 20 percent cooler by Ken Ashcorp. This was Dave's favorite song. Not just because it involved My Little Pony, but because it reflected him so well. John said it was his theme song. And Dave couldn't agree more.

A ding sounded, interrupting his music. A new message popped up. Dave opened it.

"WE NEED YOU AT MY PLACE ASAP! WHERE ARE YOU?"

"outside my work building. ill be there in a few."

Dave stuffed the phone into his hoodie pocket, the music still blasting in his ear. John always did this. He was most likely pulling a prank on him. His phone dinged but he ignored it. He never answered when he says he's on his way.

The rain finally came, pounding softly against the boy's red hood. Puddles slowly began to form around him as he walked down the ally and rounded a corner, making his way onto the sidewalk. As he rounded the corner, someone ran right into him, causing him to fall over and into a puddle. The person fell down as well, landing on the sidewalk. "Watch where you're going!" He hollered at them, dusting off his knees as he stood. Great. His ass was completely soaked and covered in mud. He looked at who had run into him, seeing a frightened familiar face.

"Jade?" It was Jade Harley, a girl he had dated a while back. They were still best of friends of course, but there was still that awkwardness between them as there is when all couples break up. Her long black hair was soaked because of the rain, and her big round glasses were foggy. No wonder why she ran into him. But he didn't understand why she looked so scared. She looked up at him, her big eyes meeting his behind his shades. "D-Dave! Oh my god!" She got up quickly and hugged him tightly, something they hadn't done in a long time. Too long maybe. Still, the action startled the blonde, and he didn't hug her back until she was about to let go.

"Jade, what's wrong?" Her lips parted as if she was going to say something, but her eyes darted to something behind him, a scream ripping through the air. Dave turned quickly and was immediately grabbed by the ankle by something on the ground. He looked down, horrified at what he found. It was his boss, but it also wasn't. His skin was rotting right off, an eye hanging loosely from its socket. His suit was torn and holey at places. Dave didn't know if this was part of John's prank, or if his boss was trying to pull on, but nether less, it freaked him out. He quickly shook his bosses hand away and stepped on it, crushing it under his shoe. He then grabbed Harley's hand and started to run down the sidewalk, turning many street corners and going down alleys. Jade was crying the entire time he pulled her along, her sobs ringing through the allies.

Dave stopped by a dumpster to catch his breath, putting his hands on his knees and bending over, breathing heavily. He never ran so much in his life. Jade stood beside him, breathing heavily from the run as well. When they caught their breath, the looked at each other warily. They were both thinking the same thing.

"We need to get to John's house." Jade whispered. Dave could only nod, for he was at a loss of words. They walked the rest of the way to John's, being careful not to get jumped by any more of those things on the way there. The scene kept replying in Dave's mind. A strong, boney hand latching onto his ankle. The smell of rotting flesh. The dead look in his eyes. The decaying skin. The torn clothes. The rotten teeth. And the whisper Dave heard is what scared him the most. The end is near…

He didn't know who had said it to him, but it sent shivers down his spine. It couldn't have come from his boss. He was too busy groaning. It was probably just Dave's imagination. Yes! That must be it. He thought of weird stuff before, why should this be any different?

Dave and Jade finally made it to John's house. It was big and white, and clean…ish. It looked as if it had been broken in. The windows were boarded up and there were blood stains on the walls outside. The grass surrounding the house was long gone. There were blood stains on that too. What the hell went on here? Dave knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. After about five minutes of waiting, Dave knocked again with the same results. Annoyed with his friend, he pulled out his phone. He had ten new messages waiting for him.

"Be careful dude"

"Dave where are you?"

"Dave please answer…"

"Is Jade with you?"

"DAVE ANSWER"

"Dave. Answer you ass."

"You were probably eaten."

"Dave seriously."

"DAVID ELIZABETH STRIDERRRRRR"

"Dave…you were most likely eaten by the zombies…but just in case you weren't…if you want to get into my house, you need to send me a text. Don't knock. Or yell. That will attract the zombies. Also, if you get this before you get to my house, FIND JADE! She isn't answering our text messages and we're getting really worried. Dave…I really hope you weren't eaten. I…really…you were cool. No homo3"

Dave smirked at the last message. He said he was cool. John never said that, and if he did he never meant it. But Dave knew he was cool. He was the coolest kid ever. The shades proved it. He typed up a message to John and sent it. Jade shifted nervously beside him, looking around. "Are you sure he's here? This place looks pretty deserted…"

"I'm sure. His text said not to knock or yell or else the zombies will come. So I sent him a text." He glanced at her and smirked, seeing an opportunity to freak her out. He looked past her, making sure to lower his shades just enough that she could see his eyes. He made them as big and as frightened as possible and made a face that made hers pale. "Jade behind you!" She screeched and whirled around, kicking and punching the air. Dave started cracking up, doubling over as he laughed. Jade huffed and puffed as she looked at him, fresh tears rimming her eyes. "DAVE YOU JERK!" She went to smack him, but something stopped her. Dave straightened and gave her a weird look. "What?" She kept staring behind him, shaking her head. Then she went to the door and started pounding on it. "JOHN! ROSE! MR. EGBERT! PLEASE OPEN UP! PLEASE!"

"Jade! Don't do that!" He was about to grab her arms when he felt a something slap his shoulder. The fuck? Then he felt something graze his neck. The Strider froze, staring at Jade, who was staring at him. If Jade was in front of him then…

Dave slowly turned, coming face to face with rotten flesh. It was worse than his boss. Too ugly and vile to describe. He didn't recognize who it was, not that he really wanted to know. The blonde backed up slowly, looking for something to attack it with. "Jade," He whispered to the girl behind him. She whimpered as the zombie advanced towards her friend ever so slowly. "Jade, take my phone and text John. See what the hold up is." She nodded, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his phone. Meanwhile, Dave still searched for a weapon while keeping distance from the walker. In the corner of his eye he saw something shine. He turned his head to get a better look. It was a metal pipe. Perfect for bashing some brains. He creeped towards it, making sure to keep Jade safe behind him and the zombie in front. Luckily zombies were stupid. Dave grabbed the pipe and swung, knocking its head right off. The body collapsed, blood spurting out from the neck like a fountain. Dave grimaced and started smashing the skull in, making sure it was dead.

The door to the house opened and John's head popped out. "Guys!" Jade ran over, hugging John tightly. Dave wiped the pipe off on the grass and walked over, nodding to John. His friend examined him, giving him a weird look behind his square glasses. "Woah dude, what happened?" Dave's brow furrowed as he looked down at his white shirt. Gog damn it. The zombie got blood all over it. "Fighting shit. Let's get inside, it's chilly out here."

The three friends walked inside the house. It was the same as it was on the outside. White. Very white. And clean. Dave was never at John's house. They were always out and about in town, looking at girls or video games. Rose Lalonde sat on the couch, a gun at her side. Mr. Egbert was nowhere to be found. Jade, Dave, and John all sat around the little coffee table John had in the middle of the room. It was full of supplies. From first-aid, to weapons, to food and water. The four of them said nothing for a while, they just stared at each other. They all knew what they were thinking about. They could read it on each other's faces.

After a while, Dave broke the silence, curiousity taking over. "John where's your dad?" They all looked at him, causing the boy to shift uncomfortably. His black hair kept falling in his face so he had to keep pushing it up into its usual style. "He tried to eat me this morning…so I uh…I killed him…" Guilt set in Dave's mind for asking. Dammit. Now John was probably going to be a sobbing mess. "Oh I'm…sorry John…"

"It's okay man. I mean, my dad wasn't very nice to me anyways." He smiled reassuringly to his friend, who smiled back. "So guys," Rose said, interrupting the moment. She looked at us through her platinum bangs, a headband resting on her head. We all looked at her, wondering what it was that she wanted. "What's our plan against the zombies? I mean, we can't stay in here forever. We'll run out of food." We all looked at John. It was his house, therefore he was automatically dubbed leader. He leaned back in his seat, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Well…we could just wing it-"

"Wing it? What good has winging it ever brought you John?" Jade asked. John frowned, folding his arms over his chest. "An A on my English presentation thank you very much!"

"Shut up before I shoosh all of your fucking paps." Dave threatened, obviously annoyed with the group. Maybe having John as the leader wasn't such a good idea…

"We need more weapons. And we need to make packs. Split up the rations between the four of us and the weapons. Then we need to figure out where to go." They all stared at Dave with admiration. He'd never felt so…well admired before. By saying all that, he basically dubbed himself leader. And, surprisingly, no one complained. Rose started filling the bags equally, while Dave, Jade, and John discussed where to go.

"We should go to my island. There's no way there would be zombies there!" Jade suggested. It wasn't a bad idea actually. "Yeah but your island is on the other side of the country." John pointed out. Jade's shoulders slumped with defeat. "Oh yeah I guess you're right…"

"I was thinking we go get bro and them and make one big group first. Then decide where to go." They all agreed to Dave's idea and waited to head out until Rose was done with the bags. The blonde boy walked up to a boarded window and peered out, seeing that it was getting dark. The sun was just setting over the horizon. Right when he was about to turn away, something caught his eye. Something was moving on the hill. He lifted up his shades, needing to squint to see what it was. It moved slowly and with a limp. Damn. Probably another zombie. Behind that one was another, and behind that one another. Dave's eyes widened as the dead started to come up over the hill coming right for the house. There must have been at least fifteen outside. He walked towards Rose and grabbed a bag, strapping it to his back tightly. He then grabbed the pipe he had used earlier and looked to the others. They were all waiting for a command.

"Grab a weapon and a bag. We leave tonight."

"But Dave, it's getting dark outside!" Jade whined. God damn it. "Would you rather be eaten or would you rather get away alive?" The others looked at him with concern and wonder. "Dave…what did you see?" Dave looked at his best friend. "There's at least fifteen zombies coming right towards us. We can't use the front door. They're coming over the hill. We need to find my brother, Roxy, Jane, and Jake immediately."

John nodded and grabbed a bag. Jade looked uneasy and hesitated before taking one. Rose strapped hers to her back and loaded the gun that was in her hand. "Ready." John grabbed his dad's old baseball bat from when he was on the baseball team. Jade didn't make a grab for anything. She just clinged to Dave as if he was going to keep her safe. "Jade you need a weapon." He mumbled, annoyed with the girl. She always expected everyone to protect her. Which was stupid because what if they aren't there and she's alone? Then she's dead meat. Rose handed Jade a revolver, which she dropped on the floor. Why's she shaking so badly? There's nothing to be nervous about. Dave shook his head, moving toward the back door. "Stay close together."

Together, they all walked out John's back door. Dave was first of course, since he was the leader. He wondered how his brother was doing. He never worried this much. Outside, the moon casted a small amount of light on the town, creating shadows. All was quiet as the group went into the woods behind John's house, being careful not to make any noise. "Dave, how are we going to find Dirk?" Rose asked. That was a very good question. "I guess I could text him. Jade do you have my phone." The group stopped for a moment so Jade could fetch Dave's phone from her pocket. Except, it wasn't there. She patted all over herself, checking to see if it was even on her. "I…I don't have it…" Dave cursed under his breath and started back towards the house. "Dave! Where are you going?"

"To get my god damn phone!" The Strider mumbled to himself as he ventured back by himself. Who the hell does that! Leaves someone else's phone at someone's house. Dave swung the door open and walked inside, going through the kitchen to the living room. He could hear the zombies banging on the door and windows. He shook his head. If they get through that then I'm fucking dead. He looked around for his phone, checking the table, under it, and the chairs.

A piece of wood hit in on the head and he looked over at where it had come from. A rotting hand had broken through and was trying to break the rest of the boards. Shit. Dave peered out quickly to get a feel for how many brain eaters were actually out there. One, two, three, four, five…way more than fifteen. He lost count at fourty-seven. Damn. He had to work fast. He threw up the cushions on the couch. Nothing. He did the same for the chairs. Nothing. Damn it! Where did she put it?!

Snap!

Dave looked over and saw they had broken two more boards and were trying to get through the hole they made. One more board and they'd be in. He started flipping stuff over, breaking glass and making a lot of noise.

Snap!

Shit.

Zombies started pouring in from the window, making their way towards Dave. He didn't have time to find his phone now. He'd have to come back and find it later. For now, he had to get out of here, and fast. Dave ran toward the way he had come in, but to his dismay, there were zombies there too. God damn it! He went back into the previous room, wielding his pipe in his hand. It was either fight or get eaten. He glanced around the room. They were coming from all sides. Damn. He said a quick prayer before throwing himself into the crowd of brain eaters.