Me: Wow, I'm really bored! I dont feel like continuing the writings in this small Discord server right now, though.

Mind: Dont you have Wattpad?

Me: *surprised pikachu face*

"Do you hear that?" Tubbo asked, almost refusing to believe his ears. But it was unmistakeable; the pounding of claws, the snarls and groans of the undead...

The zombies found them.

"What's going- A6D!" Darryl shouted, immedietly kneeling beside the zombie that Tubbo had killed. Tubbo felt claws of dread sink into his heart, he did this.

He convinced them to stay. He didnt warn them about Zak. He didnt tell them about Tommy. He watched as time repeated itself, just in a different location.

"I cant lose another one!"  Phil had shouted, all that time ago when Tommy was...

He was talking about Fundy, George, and Sapnap.

Tubbo still remembered their screams. He still remembered how fear was wrapping around his chest and squeezing tight. He still remembered how his heart was beating so hard that his vision had started to get dark. He remembered Sapnap's last words to him, because the man had sacrificed himself for Tubbo's safety.

"Don't let them find you. You'll do great things, Toby, just please let them happen and dont die. I'll be watching from the stars, little dude."
And all of that was for nothing. He died for nothing. Tubbo was going to die anyways.

Although he stood tall, fear was settled on his back like a cat. It grew irritated, kneading his back with its claws, trying to get comfortable. But it couldnt, and it never would.

"DAVE!" Wilbur shouted, sprinting up the stairs. Tommy shot up, as if he had forgotten his wounds completely, and ran after him. His crystal blue eyes shone with determination, and he ran with confidence.

Tubbo was close behind, his instincts causing him to nearly punch Phil in the face, fear coursing through his veins.

"No, Tubbo." Phil grabbed his shirt collar, and Tubbo watched Wilbur, Tommy, Techno, and Darryl walk to their deaths. "You need to hide, it's not safe."

"Phil, please. If I were to hide and survive while you guys died, I'd be no better than I would if I died protecting you." Tubbo didnt take his eyes off of the door. "And even if you told me to, or tied me down, even, I'd just find a way."

The boy met Phil's eyes, and saw the mans emotions flickering through. Phil wasn't stupid, he knew that if he kept arguing then both of them would be useless if the others died. So, he just sighed and handed Tubbo a pistol and a long, gleaming kitchen knife. He pulled out his own rifle, a wicked dagger attatched to his belt.

Together, they charged to their doom.

Tubbo suddenly regretted his decision the moment he stepped onto the dull grass of the field. It was horrifying, there were so many zombies. Each one had cloudy eyes, gaping mouths, and a ton of wounds. Blood spurting from said wounds and onto the grass. The zombies moved with a strange hunger, desperate to taste human flesh.

Tubbo felt paralyzed, like long tree roots had sprung out of the ground and grabbed onto his legs, keeping him in place. He watched as his friends charged into the crowd, shooting and stabbing with whatever weapons they had.

Tubbo saw Tommy, his brighter shirt and hair sticking out among the dull crowd. The zombified boy was wild, using his own teeth and nails to claw and bite at the other zombies, sometimes biting too hard and ripping their limbs off. Tubbo waited no longer, throwing himself into the battle.

Not a very bad idea.

Tubbo would say he was being pretty badass-- He used his smaller build to his advantage, ducking and rolling around while he mercilessly slaughtered zombies. He tried not to look at their faces much, fearing that one of the times he might look into someone close's eyes, and he'd recognize them.

He lept on top of a rather tall ones back, using his rough and battered shoes to scratch its back as he drove the knife straight through its skull, ripping it off of its head with a sickening amount of old blood pouring from the wound. Tubbo used the zombies head to distract one that was headed towards Wilbur from behind, the older giving Tubbo a quick grateful glance as the zombie's hiss alerted him.

Suddenly, Tubbo remembered that he was on a crippling zombie. it fell backwards, and so he jumped off of it, accidentally rocketing backwards aswell. He ended up hitting his head on a sharp piece of metal that jabbed out of the side of what could only be assumed as an old generator. He tried to get up, instead falling backwards again. His vision had black claws at the edges of it, and they paused, ready to strike. The last thing Tubbo heard was Wilbur shouting, and everything went black.

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yes I just returned and proceeded to give you all a cliffhanger