Chapter 1
Karkat and this time, Dave, went downstairs to try to find some supplies like his future self suggested to do. Besides that, there are like what? 20 people to feed upstairs. They have already sent out a few search parties to scour among the abandoned buildings around the city. At one point in time, they had found a convenience store while scouting around and they salvaged what they could from there. They actually had enough food to survive for about a month if they rationed it well. And well, they did. As Karkat and Dave walked down the emergency stairs to reach the lobby, they heard feet shuffling on the floor, moaning and groaning of walkers. "Dave! Walkers are around. Keep fucking quiet or I'll leave you to die here." Karkat whispers to Dave. "Sure thing boss." Dave replies. He knew Karkat would never do that. After all, they all agreed on not giving the zombies more numbers. It was no point after all. All of them obviously wanted to survive and so, they had to work together no matter how revolting it is. Dave readied his katana that was already stained with blood while Karkat readied his two sickles equally as bloody. They looked around the floor that they were on for any sign of life (well technically death) but found none. Suddenly, from the shadows, a small horde of about 5 zombies stumbled out towards to the two boys. "GET THEM!" yelled Karkat as he rushed in to take them down. "Oh well. So much for being quiet." Mused Dave as he followed the troll to slice a zombie then kicking another one to Karkat to finish off. Once all the zombies were REALLY dead, they continued their descent to the lobby of the building. Upon arrival, Dave notices that the building is too quiet. "Hold up. Somethings not right here." He whispers to Karkat. "What the ever loving fuck is it now?" Karkat whispers back. Dave silently takes a small pebble from his belt in case of a situation like this. His brother Dirk did that once and since zombies were attracted to sound, they headed for the sound. And once Dave threw the pebble, as expected, an entire horde of zombies headed for that one pebble. There had to be at least 30 or more zombies in that horde. "How are we ever going to get by this?" Karkat hisses at Dave. "Chillax. They haven't noticed us yet." "Oh yeah? And what if they do?!" "Then we kill them all. But we are going to do that now anyway." He says as he charges at the zombies, screaming and yelling out insults at the zombies. "OH GOG YOU FUCKASS COME BACK HERE NOW." Karkat shouts as he rushes off to help him. And soon, all the zombies were dead and or dying on the floor. Dave stabs one last one that was crawling towards him with his katana and sighs. "Well that was pretty easy." He cocks his head to Karkat who was breathing heavily. "Hey whats wrong nubs?" He teases. " I…. I almost got bitten by one." Karkat said looking at his arm which had light scratches. Dave's eyes widened and he takes the smaller boys hand to examine it. "Its just a small scratch. Shouldn't be a problem but we should have it checked when we get back upstairs." Karkat nods in agreement. "Well, I think its safe to check the store room right around now." Dave nods curtly and the make their way slowly and cautiously towards the small door at the far corner, being sure to check every single inch of the lobby in case of any sneak attacks put up by the zombies. Upon reaching the door, it was locked to Dave kicked it down to find a whole lot of guns and ammo. Both of the boys eyes lit up with excitement as they took most of the ammo into small canvas bags that they bought. Then using their arms, they took as many guns as they could. M14, sniper rifles, and even a few pistols (which they kept in the bag.). After almost completely raiding the 'storage room' of the weapons, they decided to leave a few of the bigger weapons to any lucky person that finds the stash. As they were walking up, Karkat decides to start up a conversation with his team mate.
"So. Was this your building?"
"Yup. Never even knew we had a weapons closet like that downstairs."
"WOW. So observant."
"Hey, they kept it locked up for a reason y'know?" Dave's southern accent suddenly springing up at a time like this must mean that Karkat hit somewhere close to home. Behind those shades was a boy who was insecure sometimes but never fails to hide it well.
"Sorry." Karkat mumbles softly as they trudge up the stairs.
"It's fine." He replies back just as softly. "It just…. It hit pretty close to home remembering the old times."
"Yeah. I know. But we have to live in the present to survive."
"Yeah. Let's just get back upstairs."
"Okay." After that they climb up the stairs silently, both thinking about what would happen to them, to their friends and to their future. Will they survive the apocalypse? They weren't sure. But they can sure as hell try.