I'm sorry for not updating in forever D: It's just that my pantry is out of inspiration XD Okay so here it is! AND YES, this chapter was inspired by Volatile Times! IT IS SO HOMESTUCK-Y! Well it really connects with all of the massacre going on with Gamzee! So enjoy. And thank for your awesomness, also i did put in the summary that updates were 'random' so don't say i didn't warn VwV *nod nod* Also sorry for any errors or typos.

ALSOOOOOOOOO I don't own anything! that's my disclaimer...too lazy to write more...

Terrified didn't cover it, it didn't cover what I was feeling, it didn't cover describing the scenario, it didn't cover the number of atrocities to be yelled. It didn't. But it would have to do for now. Because that's what i felt.

I was crying but then again the fucking world was ending so why did it matter? I was screaming and curling in on myself out of desperation, just trying to disappear.

"What's going on...?" I sobbed out. I wasn't suppose to be afraid. I'd been raised by a man of god, going to church everyday.

If god is by your side, there is no reason to fear for he will give you strength and bravery.

Bullshit. I didn't feel strong or brave, I'd had the old man in my life since I was born and not once did he answer my prayers...

"Karkat, get away from him!" I heard Vriska order me with a renewed spark. She still looked shaken, tears were spilling from her eyes, staining her face with mascara. They were of anger, she was always strong. Despite the fact that she was crying she emitted a clear threat.

She grabbed my shoulder making me look at her. "I don't know what the hell happened to Makara, but I do know that he's now a psycho path and we have to leave him behind." She explained sternly and I turned around to look at Gamzee. He'd collapsed after that scandal. He was lying there helpless under the beating rain and in a bed of broken glass and blood. I wanted to reach out, I'd always been closest to him. I always willingly let him break me, because I knew he would stitch me back together!...Perhaps not in my original mind but he'd do it...

I nodded frantically at her as i shook crying. She went over to Sollux and picked him up, and beckoned me with her head to get walking. I was still crying but...I suppose now I had to face the reality that Gamzee was no longer there, just a ghost. A perfect replica of him.

((-Eridan's POV-))

Night had fallen, it was dark outside and I was beginning to fear the worst. I could see those things slamming themselves against the iron gate in front of the mansion and though I doubted they would really be able to knock it down, these were walking corpses I was referring to so I don't think even the slightest bit of logic applies to them...

Nepeta had settled into one of the beds in the guest rooms, she was secure and would have enough time to get to the panic room in case that anything did happen. To be honest I was worried, I'd heard nothing from any of my friends, that was if they were still alive.

I shivered subconsciously and sighed. The house was getting way too cold with the house having no electricity, and there was no more firewood. We wouldn't be able to stay here forever, food would run out at some point too, the best thing to do would be get out while we can with what we can and find other survivors.

My hand twitched and I was snapped out of my thoughts by the soreness growing in my fingers. I'd been gripping the rifle so hard that my knuckles had gone white... Stress was pilign up on me, I was a coward I had always known that but now I didn't want to show it. I had someone to protect. I should sleep while I can...

((REGULAR POV!))

Now that I was a bit saner I was thinking about why this was happening. It could have not just started out of the random, there had to be a reason behind it. This wasn't really the place to start wondering what was going on since we were out in the open and all, but I couldn't help myself. The rain had stopped but the gray still remained in the sky.

We were huddled under a bridge as strange as that may sound. I'd stopped crying, now I just felt empty. Vriska was trying to light one of her cigarettes despite the fact that they were wet. She was stressed. After seeing it was futile, she threw them to the ground and let them be washed away by the low flowing river. She wiped her face with her palm, reapplying her lipstick with precision.

"I'm tired." I breathed out numbly. She looked at me blankly before her whole face scrunched up in sorrow. She nodded rapidly and I noticed it was more to make the tears go away then to show her approval of my statement.

"We'll wait here, night will come." She said in a reassuring voice. She coddled close to me and we let Sollux sprawl over our laps, his head on mine.

((Eridan's POV))

Morning came and I met it while being shaken awake. I opened my groggy eyes, and reached for my glasses. Once I placed them in their respective place, everything looked clearer. Nepeta looked at me with a serious face, and I realized that all of that really wasn't a dream.

I sighed and told her my plan. She nodded and we headed out.

There was so much melancholy.

The Strider household wasn't my first choice, but I knew that they would be of some use. After all, Dave's older brother had military experience and they had an ample selection of weaponry.

I grimaced as I saw the zombies crawl around, luckily we were secure inside the Humvee. Once we came to a stop, Nepeta awoke.

"What arr we going to do about...them?" she questioned looking at the corpses outside. I hadn't really thought of that.

I popped the roof hatch on the humvee and hoisted myself up on the roof.

"STRIDER!" Okay so maybe screaming my lungs out wasn't the best option but what else was there to do?

"What?" I looked around, trying to find the source of that familiar voice and once i looked up I saw it. Atop the roof of the house, Dave sat with his bro, looking as collected as ever slurping some shitty drink with their swords next to them and John hiding behind Dave. Leave it to those bastards to stay cool during the apocalypse.