Wilbur's POV

I ran out of bullets faster than expected, so I began hitting and bonking zombies with my gun. I had a small pocket knife, too, so I used that a few times.

Tubbo had just saved me, and as I brought my gun down on the zombie's disgusting face, I saw the small boy hit the side of the house hard. A generator-looking machine stood out, and with age it was rusted and had metal poking out. Tubbo hit one of the larger pieces of metal, and I yelled his name.

"TUBBO!" I felt like my throat was being ripped out as I shouted that. I was about to abandon the fight and come to Tubbo's aid, but a zombie was already lunging and shoving through the others toward him. The one Tubbo called Tommy.

I watched, feeling my eyes widen with horror, and Tommy seized Tubbo's arm harshly, yanking the unconscious boy forwards a bit. I felt all the dismay in the world as I watched Tommy bare his sharp teeth, and bite down on the boy's arm, in the area where it would infect him quickly.

Tommy POV

if someone ever told me that I'd be biting my best friend to turn him into a zombie, I'd have blocked them on everything-- even if it was real life.

Yet here I was, my own teeth piercing his sharp flesh. I held on for a moment, watching the boy's body try to fight off the infection, begging my idea would work.

I leaned backwards, releasing Tubbo's arm, watching the blood dripping from the wound come to a stop, turning black. It looked disgusting, but anything to save him.

I was paying way too much attention to Tubbo, silently begging him to survive, that I didnt even notice that the others had killed off the rest of the zombies, rushing towards me. I heard heavy footsteps, and was suddenly knocked backwards by a strong force. I looked up to see Wilbur pinning me down, an expression of urgency and anger flaring in his eyes. I was surprised my ribs didnt break, surely they were going to be weaker by now.

"YOU BITCH! YOU KILLED HIM!" Wilbur shouted angrily, and I felt fear creeping up my spine. I could easily throw him off of me, but I didnt want to hurt him.

"Dead anyway." I choked out. I couldnt speak very well anymore, my organs and such didnt function alot. "Might save. Teach ways. He will remember."

"What?" Wilbur snarled, "He won't survive! We're going to have to kill him ourselves, all thanks to you!"

"Wait." Phil said, "He's waking up."

Okay, screw what I said earlier. I threw Wilbur off of me, hearing his squeak of protest. I lunged towards Tubbo, sitting on my knees infront of his limp body. I saw his eyelids flutter, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. I noticed it hiccuped a bit, and I hoped I didnt accidentally infect him too much-- even if I dont know how much was too much.

Tubbo groaned, his eyes fluttering open. I watched him slowly, his pupils changing shape as he adjusted to the light.

Tubbo POV

I opened my eyes, instantly closing them tightly again when the light burned them. Everything ached. My blood felt like fire in my veins. Where am I? What happened? Last thing I remember is... I was helping Tommy...

Tommy!

I forced my eyes open, growling at the effort it took. The first thing I saw was Tommy, sitting in front of my feet, his gaze settled on flickering between my eyes and my arm. Why my arm?

"What..." I coughed, my body slowly adjusting to the pain.

"What happened?" I rasped, my throat feeling shredded and my limbs feeling useless. I tried to sit up, but my left arm didn't work, and almost toppled sideways. Something supported my weight, and I looked hazily over to see Techno. He wasnt wearing his mask for once, showing his amber brown eyes. They reflected worry and fear, and I blinked a few times, as if waking myself up.

"Safe?" Tommy asked, glancing at Wilbur, who was behind him.

"S-Safe." I assured the zombie, heaving myself up. This time, it worked, and I ignored all the protest from my body. I was sitting on my knees in no time, my arms angled infront of me so that iwasnt putting all my weight onto my legs.

"Fuck, everything hurts," I cursed, rubbing the back of my head. For some reason, my hand began to feel wet and sticky. I brought my hand infront of my face, gasping and just edges away from shrieking. My hand was now covered in blood, and I shot a frantic glance at Phil.

"Safe." Tommy repeated, patting my leg.

"What the hell happened?" I looked at each of the males infront of me. They exchanged glances, before Tommy grew impatient and answered for them.

"Ton zombies, you fought, launched off, hurt on this," Tommy gestured to the generator as he spoke.

"Shouldnt I be dying? That's a... a lot of blood..." I shivered, before I noticed a rather dark color at the edge of my vision. I looked down, and I was too scared to gasp.

My arm- My wrist, more specifically, had what I could barely recognize as bite marks, and was black and darkened. I also noticed I could see my blood, which unlike my head, was thick and black.

"He had to bite you." Phil explained, glancing at Tommy. "And for the better, by the looks of it. You wouldve died if he hadn't." I noticed Phil shoot a sharp glare at Wilbur, who looked to the side.

"Toby," Tommy choked out, the name being forced out of him. It looked painful to say. "Thank you. I-I.. I wouldn't be much better than the... than the zombies you all just killed if you hadn't found me again."

"Save your breath, speaking well doesnt seem to feel great." Tubbo smiled, before forcing himself to his feet. He couldnt stand upright all the way, so he had to lean against the house beside him.

"So, where to now?"

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no this story isn't ending, I know to some it seems like it. dude they gotta at least try to find an antidote :))