We Are The Fortunate Ones

Zombiestuck Dave x Reader Chapter 2

    After traveling for what seemed to be hours, you decided to start a conversation. "So, where are you from?" Was the first think you asked. Dave didn't answer at first, but when he did he sounded angry. "Texas". You thought about how far away that was. "Wow, Texas! That's really far from here!" You laughed nervously. "No shit". He snapped. 'Shit you need to stop talking' You start to mentally beat yourself up.

    "Its getting dark, we need to find a place to hide for the night". Dave said with a hint of anger still there. " Oh, okay." You mumble as you look around for a place that looked occupiable. "...There." Dave pointed  to one of the "cleaner" homes in the area.

   As you walked up to the house, you felt that sick feeling again. a decomposing corpse was prostrate on the stairs to the door, maggots crawling out of its mouth. You muttered an "Ick"  as you pushed it off the stairs with your spear. The corpse fell apart when it hit the ground, maggots Crawled everywhere. 

   Nope. You turned away, and proceeded to puke again. Too bad your stomach was empty so you dry heaved for a little while. Hot tears sprung from your tightly closed eyes and you choked out a sob. You flinched when you felt a hand touch you, slowly and softly patting your back. The last time someone touched you was about a year ago, so this feeling was terrifying.

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       You were a bit startled when (y/n) quickly turned and had another puking fit. She looked like she was in pain, not getting anything out except stomach acid. You did something you thought you'd never do again, You started to pat her back. The way she reacted made you regret your decision almost immediately. (y/n)s body froze up, all her muscles were tense with what seemed to be fear. Before You could pull away, (y/n) turned around, Tears staining her rosy cheeks. 

      "Shit sorry..." You said quieter than a whisper. "Its o-okay." (y/n) croaked. This time you moved slower, so she could see what your doing. You began to wipe the tears of her face, albeit awkwardly. (y/n) blushed, and closed her eyes. You quickly finished making the both of you uncomfortable and advanced to the door.

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     When Dave started to wipe your face, you started to feel weird. A weird you've never felt before. But before you could really think on it, Dave turned away. You watched from a safe distance as he opened the door, spear at the ready. 

    Dave walked in, Keeping his cool demeanor, but you were a mess. You whispered shakily to Dave "Is it s-safe?" Dave was still looking around so he didn't answer right away. You forced yourself to follow him inside, Every creak giving you a heart attack. By the time you were right behind him, he finally said it was safe. "I figured, sense you didn't say no." You said in a cocky whisper.  "set up over there, while I check the rest of the house." Dave ordered. "Okay." You wonder about Dave while you lay down the blanket you bring everywhere. 'Why does he where sunglasses all the time? why is he so reserved? did something bad happen to him?' Your thoughts were interrupted by said boy who happened to be carrying a pillow. "here" He threw the pillow at your face, then sat down. You grabbed at it but it still smacked you right in the mouth. "What about you? Don't you need one too?" You questioned. "We're taking shifts, so no. I'll use that one when its my turn." He replied.

      You breathed out an 'oh' before laying down. you brought your hands up to your face and realized they were still covered in what was now dried blood. You poked at the dig marks in your palms and hissed in pain. Dave glanced at you when he heard your noise of distress. "what is it?" he asked a little concerned. "Nothing, really. I just hurt myself earlier today, no biggie." You said it more to convince yourself that you're okay than to convince him. "let me see it." Dave said before grabbing his tiny lamp and bringing it closer to you.

    You showed him your torn up, scabbed hands and started to wonder how you had enough power to do that much damage to yourself. After a few seconds of him examining your hands he pulled out a rag from his backpack, then a bottle of something that you couldn't quite tell what if it was water or not. he tipped the bottle over the rag, just getting a small part of it wet. Then he grabbed one of your hands.

    The moment the wet rag came into contact with your injuries you knew it wasn't water. Your hand burned terribly, and you wanted to cry again. Dave stopped for a second and focused on you. He didn't say anything, he just grabbed your other hand, which was in worse condition than the other from trying to climb the fence. He mumbled a 'sorry' then started to clean that hand. You pulled a straight face for a couple of seconds, then started to cry. It hurt too much. You wanted to push him away, to hit him and kick him for hurting you. But you didn't, because you knew he was helping you. What an odd paradox, helping by hurting.

    Finally, he was done patching up your wounds. You were exhausted from the crying and puking. You pulled your hair out of the bun and let it fall to your shoulders, then laid down. "wake me when its my turn." You whisper, already falling asleep.

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    You didn't answer her. To be completely honest, you weren't planning on waking her up. She has been through hell and back and a good nights rest is what she deserves. You watch her breathing even out, knowing that she was now fast asleep. She wasn't bad looking, for a starving girl who probably hasn't showered in months. But neither have you so you had no room to judge. You finally glance at the window, which was boarded up a little. You could tell nothing bad was going to happen tonight so you decided to relax a bit.