Warning: My writing may get WEIRD.

Dipper's POV

So, two year has passed since the incident begun. All 50 states have been infected by the plague and so has Mexico and parts of Canada. Rumor has it that Portugal carried the disease now. I was 14 now, although I was already a man. I'm much taller now, and much wiser. I was sitting in our survivor camp located just outside San Francisco with my sister. She was finally shorter than me; and by a whole inch no less. She had a little bit of muscle now because she insisted on using a samurai sword we found on a raid 8 months ago. That's just my sister, goofy as ever (although I wish she was more serious.) Her features started to show off her body more, and some survivors around the camp were noticing her curves. Although, none of them are trying anything because they know I could and would cave their skulls in. I gave one of them a dirty stare as he rubbernecked Mabel pretending to check food rations.

"Dipper" she began angrily. "Why do you have to do this with every guy." Giving me an annoyed look.

"I just don't trust them. Their basically strangers" I said.

"We've been here for 451 days. So no, they're not strangers; and yes, I've been counting the days." She finished looking very focused on her sword cleaning. Myself was reading a book about hunting and fishing.

"Hey dorks, let's get moving. We're going to search the city for supplies." Said the familiar red head.

"Isn't it a little late, its nearly noon" I said.

Wendy stated "What are you gonna do. Were low on food. I sent Charles to check but he said a jerk scared him away."

Now I felt a little bad. Wendy left so we could get ready. Mabel hoped into the bathroom. I changed into a clean white shirt and threw on my favorite dark royal blue hoodie. I then put on some breathable water proof, black pants, and my red and white sneakers. Then popped on my pine tree hat. Mabel then walked out of the bathroom wearing some acid washed jeans and violet running shoes with pink laces. She had a loose black shirt and a grey jacket. She made sure to wear a loose shirt so she wouldn't show off her cleavage to strangers. Dipper had to kill the 2 men who almost raped her that day 3 months ago. She had on a pink hat with a glittery black skull on the front of it. I grabbed my Jericho 941 and put it on my brown gun belt, grabbed an extra magazine, a pocket knife, and an emergency flare gun. Mabel followed by wrapping her sword around her back and her small 38 revolver around her black belt. She then put the stun gun and pepper spray I made her carry in here jacket pockets. We walked out to see Wendy wearing a white under shirt behind her buttoned up flannel and blue jeans. She had high black boots and instead of her hat, she was wearing a candy apple red headband. She was holding an Ak-47 with a custom skull pattern butt. We started leaving the building. It was an old warehouse. I walked by the infirmary and saw Grunkle Stan lying in bed eating some pudding for lunch. This whole thing has really weakened him he couldn't even leave the room. Charles followed them. He wore a brown cowboy jacket, black jeans, and all white boots. He was overly muscular with a strong chin and straight orange hair. He had a pack of smokes in his left breast pocket and a 20-Guage pump shotgun. They opened the doors and walked to the 10 ft. high gate.

"Open it." said Wendy. They all hopped into Soo's truck, which was now painted black for camo. It got a lot of work done on it from old steel they found in the warehouse. Wendy drove with Charles in the front. I sat behind Wendy and Mabel sat behind Charles. As they drove off the gate shut behind them. I got Deja vu from the first night I caused this. And one thought entered my head,

"Would I ever see Gravity Falls again?"