( Dipper Pines )
Dipper leaned against the barricaded door panting. He was completely exhausted. Didn't have a clue where anyone else was. He had managed to make it to this house, and had just barricaded the doors before he had a moment to actually think about what had happened. While it was happening, he hadn't been able to get his head to think right. But now, it was coming back to him
One moment he was driving behind the others, just as quiet as usual. Then a horde of zombies unlike he had ever seen came out of the forest, in front of him, behind him, and slamming into the side of the car he was in. The car had kept moving, due to the shock of what was happening, he hadn't taken his foot off the gas peddle. Which caused parts of zombies to get wedged in his wheels, bits and pieces to get into the grill of the car, which ultimately stopped the fan from turning, breaking the belts. The car skidded sideways, due to the amount of infected pushing at the side of the car.
The horde continued, until the car flipped onto it's side, then finally on it's top. The infected started moving around it. Maybe they could learn to avoid obstacles. Though, they continued to shuffle past the car for what felt like hours. He didn't have a watch to tell time, and the clock on the radio had stopped when the battery finally ran out of power. So, he had been there for a couple hours at least. It should have lasted longer, his only guess was that something happened to the battery when the car was flipped over. When he had managed to get out, he didn't bother to stop and check under the hood. Even if he had wanted to, it would be difficult after the car was on it's top.
While the infected was moving passed the car, he did his best to gather up weapons, and anything that he could use, stuffing it into one of his packs, waiting for his chance. He had eaten, and drank some of his water. Even with the smell of the infected, he needed to keep his strength up, for when it came time to run.
When the sound of shuffling had passed him, and it had become quiet, he made his break for it. Kicking the door open and crawling out of the over turned vehicle. The cold air whipped around his body, while it had been cold in the car, the windows, and body of the car had shielded the wind. He looked around, not seeing any of the other vehicles from their little caravan.
Dipper had a few moments to check his weapons, and make sure he had gotten all of his ammo, or all he could carry, along with any food, and water he was able to carry, without being weighed down too much to run from any infected that he might need to escape. He looked around for a moment. Going the way they had been heading was out. They were no where near anything, if he remembered, there was a couple houses off the road a couple miles back. He'd back track, if he could make it to one of the houses, he'd make a plan and go from there.
...
Now that he was barricaded in the house, he took out his bag and cataloged his supplies. His handguns, a sock full of bullets, he wished he had something else, but it seemed to work. And a few clips for his handguns. Several cans of food, and a few water bottles. Few packages of peanuts, that he was sure was well passed their expiration date. A couple flashlights. A couple packs of matches, paper that was usually used for kindling. Couple knives. A first aid kit. Duct tape, some rope, and random odds and ends.
Enough to get him through a night, or two. He would have to find something. If he was lucky, Wendy and the others might back track and find him.
Or likely, find his over turned car, covered in bits and pieces of infected, all the dried blood, and an empty car. They would think he was dead, maybe he couldn't wait for them to come and find him.
Dipper looked around the house, finally deciding on breaking up a couple of the chairs, and tossing them into the fireplace that he found in the living room, before starting a fire. It was a bit dark to find anything else at the moment, even as the fire illuminated the room, it wasn't that bright. But enough that he could search for other things to burn for warmth. Once the fire was started, he searched the house for candles, any candles to help him, he had his flashlights, but he wanted to save the batteries for if he left the house, and a candle's flame wasn't reliable out doors.
Once he had finished, he had a few scented candles burning, and a couple more candles sitting ready to be used.
...
When Dipper awoke it was well past morning, he didn't know what time that he had gotten to the house, had to be early in the morning. In the kitchen he had found a few cans of food that had been left. But anything extra would be welcome. No running water, though he wasn't really expecting that there would be. There were no weapons to be found, though he did find clothes to change into, and that he could layer so he would be warmer.
"Alright," He said to himself, after putting on layers. "First things first. Check and see what I have."
Looking through the windows he could see a garage on a hill behind the house that was not connected to the house, normally he would search the house first, more than just checking for infected. But while there were no infected milling about outside, he decided to check out the garage, while it was relatively safe.
Dipper pull out his handgun, and opened the backdoor, which he hadn't barricaded, but had locked it before he went to bed. Normally he would have at lease pushed something in front of it, but he was to tired the night before. Dipper made his way across the yard to the garage. Took a deep breath, and opened the door, pointing his gun inside.
Nothing inside moved. Which was a good thing. There was an old car sitting in the garage, which he would inspect later. He found nothing more than tools, none of which would do him immediate good. No weapons, no gun safe, but he had found a machete. Which would do him good when he left the place, if he had to move through the woods.
When he found nothing of use, he returned to the car in the garage. It was an older model car. It seemed that it had been in the middle of being restored. He knew nothing about cars really, not when it came to fixing them. Hw did know, if he had been driving this steel beast, that horde wouldn't have flipped his car.
After searching the barn for the keys, he decided to check in the car. He found the keys in the ignition, though when he tried to turn it on, it seemed there wasn't enough battery to turn it over. That, and he wasn't sure it had gas. Looking around he found a hose, and a gas can. He knew where he could get gas.
"Though," he had started talking to himself again. "I'd be vulnerable carrying the gas can."
Looking around again, he found an old gardening cart. He could use some of the rope to hold it down. After he had that handled, he looked around for a hose. Once he had it, he used one of his knives to cut it into a length about five foot long.
"This should do it," He said grabbing the handle of the cart, and pulled it behind him, as he made his way back to his old car. It took him about half an hour to get back to his car, with no indentation to show that anyone had been there. Luckily, there was no sign of the horde either. "At least that's good news."
Dipper opened the gas tank, and pushed the hose into it, then moved the gas can to siphon the gas can. While he was there, and the coast seemed to be clear at the moment, once the can was full, he rummaged around the car for more food he had, and water. With the cart, he could carry more without too much of a strain. He found his walkie talkie. It wouldn't turn on, so he grabbed the car charger for it, hoping that if he got the other car running, he could try to charge it.
...
Dipper sighed, as he sat down on the couch. He couldn't get the car started. Gas hadn't been the problem, well, he hadn't been sure it was, but he wanted to know there was gas in the tank. With the battery dead, the gauge wouldn't work.
After checking out the few houses he managed to gather up some food. It would last him a couple days, maybe a week, two if he limited his portions. He had managed to find a few books, and had decided to sit down to read one of them. He had nothing better to do. Might as well read.
( Mabel Pines )
Gunshots rang out, as Mabel put zombie after zombie down, Wendy's back pressed against hers, equally firing her hand gun. Pacifica, moving ever so gracefully, with her machetes, decapitating zombies not too far from where they were, but far enough not to be mistaken as a target. Manly Dan, was just using what looked to be a four by four, to just turn zombies into flesh bags full of crushed bones.
Mabel grabbed Wendy's hand dragging her behind a car. Pacifica, seemed to go into some kind of blood rage. Even Manly Dan had ducked behind a dumpster, as Pacifica had screamed out in rage, and started slashing all about. Pacifica had ran up to one rather large zombie, cutting off it's head, while jumping up and kicking off the falling large zombie's chest, flipping backwards landing behind another zombie, who promptly lost it's head. After a few more zombies hit the ground, Pacifica tripped, falling on her back. A zombie was about to pounce on her, when it's head exploded as Dan had brought his four by four down on the zombies head.
Now that they had finally managed to create a path, Manly Dan just picked up Tambry, and Pacifica, and ran with Wendy, and Mabel not far behind them. Pacifica, while recently more physical would be exhausted after swinging her machetes, and Tambry wasn't one for running.
They had made the mistake of trying to outrun the horde of zombies. Which ended up taking them well off course. They had lost Dipper somewhere in the fray. And they had no clue where.
They had stopped to figure out what happened, and ended up getting caught up by the horde, and separated from their vehicles. Once they had managed to kill enough of the infected, they made their way back to their vehicles.
...
"That was, insane." Mabel had said sitting in the truck, while Wendy drove.
Mabel and Wendy were alone in her truck. Tambry, Pacifica, and Manly Dan, were in the van. Soos, had left earlier with Wendy's mother back to Gravity Falls, though Mabel was sure, they'd head back to the Corduroy cabin if they didn't show up in Gravity Falls after a while, for safety.
"Alright, so back to where we last saw Dipper." Mabel said, as Wendy pulled back onto the road, Manly Dan, not far behind them.
"It'll be a while, we drove for a few hours trying to out run that horde." Wendy said.
"Alright, so that wasn't the best idea, and I didn't know Dipper wasn't behind us." Mabel sighed looking down. "But did you see how flippy Pazzy was?"
"I bet she's sleeping. She has to be tired right?" Wendy yawned. She was tired, they had been up all night. And part of the morning.
"Are you sure we came from this way?" Mabel asked after a few hours. Mabel couldn't tell, she wasn't exactly taking in the scenery while they were trying to escape the horde, Wendy grabbed her walkie, telling Dan to pull off to the side. So, they could figure out where they were going.
...
"So, what are we supposed to do now?" Mabel asked. Pacifica was sleeping in the van. Wendy, and Tambry leaned again the side of the van, while Dan stood in the road looking both ways. Not sure if they should keep going, and not find Dipper. Or if they should turn back, and risk losing valuable time.
"Find a place to sleep." Wendy said, looking over to them.
"But Dipp..." Mabel started.
"No, Wendy is right." Tambry interrupted. "Yes, we know that it's important. But we are all tired, we haven't slept. We could fall asleep while driving. Then, we wouldn't be able to find Dipper, if we are in an accident. Dipper is a survivor. You know that he came up with all of our plans if we are split up."
"That's true. But..." Mabel started again.
"They are right, we can't help if we are tired. We need to rest." Dan stated.
( Dipper Pines )
Dipper stood at the opened door of the garage. He had been reading a book, passing by the day, when he had remembered something from his past. Once, his Grunkle Stan had left the lights on in his old car, and the battery died. He had him and Mabel push the car and jump started his car. He didn't have anyone to push, but he assumed that if he could get the car to roll down the hill, he could get it to start. But he had one shot.
"Well, here goes nothing." Dipper thought, as he pushed the car from the driver side, once it started rolling he hopped into the driver seat, and popped the clutch. The engine roared to life, as he hit the break, shifted the shifter into park and let the car idle. Dipper sat there looking down at the gas gauge. Three quarters of a tank. There had to have been gas in the tank already.
"Finally, some good luck." He sighed, running inside grabbing all his things. Getting back into the car, and driving past his over turned car, and kept going.
After a couple hours, he spotted the van, and Wendy's truck, slamming on the breaks.