EXTRA GORE WARNING

Dipper POV:

I woke up with a splitting headache. The only thought in my head besides intense pain was why the sky was so red. Then I realized the red was coming from me. My entire right eye was covered in blood, and my left eye was only a sea of darkness. I wiped my face but I still couldn't see straight. I leaned up and looked forward, all that was there was a smoldering pile of burnt flesh. Boiled skin and crispy organs laid the now even darker pavement. (Sorry, I got dark 😝) I looked over to see Mabel on the ground. She was facing away from me; her grey jacket was torn to shreds. I looked up just in time to see a tan man with a full beard carrying a lead pipe. I tried to move, but I couldn't think straight. Luckily the back of his skull came out his nose as a bullet ripped right through him. His corpse feel on top of me. I tried to push him off, but with little prevail. Just then a tall figure reached out to me. All I could see behind the shadowy person was a blinding light. I reached up towards the trusting figure and before too long I recognized the red-haired girl saving my life. I looked down and saw my Jericho 941 on the ground. I picked it up, still blurry and disoriented, and aimed at a man with a shotgun. I fired a shot at him but missed far left. He aimed at me, but he got shot in the nose instead. I noticed that Charles grabbed Mabel's 38 and saved me. I was about to run over to him for cover fire, but that was before a bullet ripped through his mid chest. He started to bleed on the floor.

"NOOOO!" I heard a loud pitched scream from behind. Mabel grabbed an AK-47 she found from the gang and mowed down Charles' murdered. I noticed that a tall, dark man aimed at her. I rushed over to my sister just in time to tackle her and dodge the shot, unfortunately the bullet grazed my left shoulder. I winced in the pain and blood started to pour out. I laid on top of Mabel and told her to stay down, although she seemed too upset to listen. I observed the scene from behind one of their parked cars. There were six men left, four armed with guns and the other two hiding. I grabbed the stun gun from her jacket and quickly shot one man in the stomach, luckily hitting him besides the fact that my aiming seemed to be off. Wendy took the opportunity and put him down. I looked over the corpse of a goon and grabbed ammo and shotgun. I aimed and shot at two guys behind the armored vehicle. I was able to kill one of theme while the other one hoped in his car and took off. Wendy was pinned down when another shot from out of nowhere hit two guys in the backs, freeing Wendy. With 2 men left I gave Wendy the signal to open fire. She distracted the two by shooting at them, and before I could take a shot I realized that that the shotgun only had one shot in it. And even worse, I picked up the wrong type of ammo for it. I peeked back at Mabel who was sobbing; after a minute of trying to snap her out of it I could tell that she wasn't going to budge. I wrapped my arm around her back and unhooked the sword from her belt. I realized that if I was gonna end this, I needed to go Pulp Fiction on their asses. I moved in from behind. The first guy was a short man with no hair on his head or face. If he wasn't bald I would have assumed that he was a kid. I snuck up on him just in time, because he turned around just to see me cut a big downward slash across his chest. I rushed his slightly taller friend, who was able to counter my attack and somehow managed to flip the sword on me. I held the handle as did he. He wrapped his fingers around the duller end of the sword as I got the less than favorable position of getting the sharp end digging into my palm. Now blood was rushing from my hand as I felt the steel run deep. Wendy couldn't get a clear shot between our struggle so she decided to run up and stop the struggle. But before she got close to us, a shot was fired and the man's trachea was penetrated by a bullet. I looked over and saw a blurry image of what seemed to be an exhausted Mabel. Both emotionally and physically, and who could blame her we all were. I was going to thank her for the shot but instead she looked at me with a face of horror and shock, as if I was some sort of monster. Even more tears now filled her eyes.

"Mabel, what's, w-what's wrong?" I said, hesitant of the answer. I looked towards Wendy who gave me a saddened look as well. She then found a broken piece of glass on the floor and handed it to me. What I saw in my reflection even made me jump back in surprise. The reason my vision was blurry, why my aim was way off, the reason my eye was dark, was because it was no longer there. Instead of a left eye, I was left with a bloody hole. It must have gotten blow off in the explosion. It took me a few minutes to process this, just standing there silent until a voice popped up. A voice that was mysterious, yet oddly familiar.

"So, you somehow managed to make it this far. Glad to hear that zombies aren't attracted to goofy pre-teens."

We looked around for the feminine voice but saw no one. Until a figure in all black dropped from a building in front of us. She was wearing a long black coat and a gray undershirt. A hood was over her face but you could almost make out a pair of blue eyes and a lock of blonde hair.

"Oh, wait a second your older than 13 now right, guess your technically teenagers." Her voice was almost snooty and stuck-up. Scratch that, it was very snooty and very stuck-up. I almost couldn't believe my eyes when she revealed her face. It was no other than walking one-dimensional bleach blond valley girl stereotype herself, Pacifica Northwest.

"Pacifica?" I asked "Ho-how are you here?"

"My parents had a secret Wearhouse near the city, some survival training and a in the process of a crap ton of puberty here I am. Oh, and I-I'm really sorry about, you know, the-the eye thing." She only sounded half serious about my eye, which is far better that her complete lack of regard.

"Here, I found this on an old loser about a month ago." She explained while handing a silver eyebath with a black skull logo on it.

"Just don't expect anything nice from me again." She said with a pout.

"Where are you heading now?" I said putting on the patch knowing I needed medical treatment.

"None of your business Pines" She said looking angry yet secretive. Like she was too upset to say.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Askes Wendy. "Girl to girl, I've looked like you right now, you feeling okay." Hesitantly she spoke up "Actually to be honest," she said with a mortifyingly sad voice "I have nowhere to go, I lost contact with my parents 3 months ago on a recon mission."

"Well," spoke Mabel for the first time in a few minutes "We still have some room left in our hide out if you want." She was always a nice person, even to someone like Pacifica. Pacifica just stood there grabbing her arm shyly, and slowly nodded with some tears starting to form in her eyes. She began walking with us back to the hide out. In all the haze, I never got a good look at her until now. Her hair was still as blonde as ever, but in a shorter shoulder length cut, she wore a black t-style crop top which only covered her breast and most of her belly, with a fur coat over it. Her blue jeans were cut at the knees, although it seemed that it was not done on purpose. Her brown boats came up to her calf, and over her back was a savage 223 sniper rifle in all black. Still seemed too big for any of us, except Wendy. Her face was lightly freckled and her ocean blue eyes lit up in the sunlight. Wait a second, did I have a crush on her? I'd need to come back to that later. For now, I had to focus on how we had lost supplies, one of our friends, and gained a new survivor. Only one question remained, would any of us see gravity falls again?

Got tired near end so slightly sloppy. Send messages and ideas.