The Last of Us (zombie au)

Chapter one

"Dream!" George yelled into his mic, his fingertip nearly turning white from how hard he was pressing down on the 'w' key on his keyboard. Dream let out a tea kettle sounding laugh as he chased after his friend George, quickly catching up because of the other's mistakes in his sprint jumps. Sapnap just watched the two through Dreams live stream, chuckling along with his friends. As time went on the more the trio laughed, cracking joke left and right; they were having the time of their lives if only things could've stayed like that. 

Clay shot up from his makeshift bed that was in his tent. He let out a low groan as the pain in his back registered in his brain. It was to be expected though, sleeping on the hard ground would do that to someone. He looked over to his left and saw George still fast asleep, curled up in the blankets he must have stolen from the other two in their sleep. No wonder he was so cold last night. Once the pain had subsided Clay stretched himself out, hoping it'd help wear any other soon to come soars on his body. As the man got up, he began to hear the low whistling of the wind, the cold autumn air strung his skin, making him shiver.

"Mornin' sleepin' beauty, ya finally decided to wake up huh?" Clay's good friend, Nick, spoke out with a slight chuckle at the end. He always was trying to lighten up the mood of the group. 

"Yeah, I slept like a baby man, who woulda thought sleeping on top of some rocks could do wonders for you're back." Clay joked back, walking over to where his friend sat next.

George yawned loudly, and rubbed his eyes, trying to wear off the urge to fall back asleep. He glanced at his sides, quickly taking note that neither of his friends was still in the tent. With that in mind, he swiftly got up and out of the tent, wanting to know where his friends were as soon as possible.  His anxiety subsided as he soon saw Nick and Clay sitting next to each other by a small fire right in front of their tent. The two of them were chatting, George not too sure what it was about though. It took a moment for the two to realize George was just standing there looking at them, still half asleep.

"George!" Nick smiled out, looking the brit up and down. George just waved in response, still not awake enough to form a proper sentence.

"Come on sleepyhead, sit down with us." Clay chuckled out lightly. He patted the ground next to him, indicating where he wanted George to sit. 

George simply nodded again, walking over to Clay and sitting down next to him. His eye quickly shot open once he felt the cold ground beneath him. 

"Cold!" The brunette hissed out, cringing back at how cold the ground beneath him was. Nick and Clay let out a loud laugh as they watched their friend struggle to get comfortable. After a few moments pasted, Clay sighed and wrapped his arm around George, pulling the smaller of the two against his body.

"You're such a baby, how have you even survived this far?" He chuckled out, not realizing how much the comment hurt the brit.

"Ahhhh my eyes! My poor innocent eyes! Get a room you two!" Nick laughed out loudly, pointing towards the pair childishly. 

"Oh come on now." Clay laughed as well, unbeknownst to Nick and himself, he slightly tightened his grip around George. George, however, did notice the small action.  He was always hyper-aware of small details like that. It seemed to come in handy at times, saving the tiro from near-death situations quite a lot. 

"Guys shh," George whispered, he heard a small stagger in the wind off to the right of where they sat, right where the woods began to go farther and the terrain was rockier.

"Really George? Stop overreacting there's nothing-" Nick was cut off by a loud snapping of a twig followed by a low moan. 

Clay was the first to react, sitting up quickly and reaching for his baseball bat that always was next to him just in case of a situation like this. Just as he was about to speak, out emerged the creature.