"Man just gets up after being revived, and hes already trying to save the world." Techno chuckled, supporting all of Tubbo's weight as the boy struggled to his feet.

"That's how the movies go, and it usually works for them," Tubbo winced at the sharp pain in his wrist. "Say, do we have any of those bandages left over?"

"Fetch." Tommy seemed to be learning to form full sentences with single words. The gash on his mouth seemed to heal a bit, with his smaller use of vocabulary. The zombified boy ran into the house, coming out shortly after with the same first aid kit that Tubbo had used to treat his wounds.

"Thanks," Tubbo watched as Tommy carefully (yet shakily) wrapped the boys arm, trying to be as careful as possible. He knows what its like, to have wounds deadly enough to kill, but they'd never fade.

His exposed intestines proved that.

Tubbo found himself wondering how Tommy was friendly, and did that make him a zombie now? He *did* get bitten by one- But how did he still have his thoughts together? Shouldnt he be craving blood and human flesh?

"Tubbo?" Phil's voice broke into his thoughts, and he realized Tommy had finished wrapping his arm. Do I want to bite Phil? He wondered, trying to find any sort of hunger. None. He wanted to keep Phil safe, as always. Maybe he *was* sane.

"We need to find an antedote. You might be alright now, but later... Later it could reach your brain. The virus, I mean." Wilbur said, his voice firm, but you could still see the urgency in his eyes.

"It's been, what, a few months since zombies popped out of nowhere? You really think they could have a cure by now?" Darryl asked, hesitantly walking beside Tubbo and glancing uneasily at the boys bandaged arm.

"We have to hope," Phil sighed.

"Hoping for what?" Wilbur hissed under his breath, earning a concerned glance from Tommy. "We're going to die eventually. This is just speeding it up, maybe God sent this to kill us off because he got sick of us."

"Don't say that! It's just a test of strength," Darryl shot back.

Tommy glared strongly at both of the men. "Test? God? It's a fucking virus, shut up you two!" His voice came out like thorns scraping his throat, all scratched with a messed up accent. "Things like this happen plenty, it's out of our control, so just drop it."

That made them quiet, even Wilbur's eyes softened.

"Well? Are we just going to stand here, or are we going to try to find an antedote?" Techno asked, his voice harsh but his face gentle.

"I'd prefer the antedote," Tubbo tried to walk on his own, away from Techno's grasp. He nearly fell, but Techno caught him again.

"I wouldnt try to walk in your state, if I were you," A new, familiar voice said. Everyone jumped, holding their weapons and pushing Tubbo and Tommy behind them, facing the source of the voice.

"Calm down, and please dont shoot me. I'm like Toby." The bushes rustled for a moment, and what appeared to be a teenager came out of the woods. He wore sunglasses, a black-and-white mask, and his clothes looked armored.

"R..Ranboo?" Tubbo asked, hesitation in his voice.

"Oo, Ranboo!" Darryl exclaimed, lowering his sword.

"What do you mean, like me?" Tubbo asked, suspiciously eyeing Ranboo. The boy had a few blood stains on his clothes here and there, but other than that, he looked normal.

"This," Ranboo pulled his mask up and tugged his shirt collar down a bit, showing a large, black chunk taken from his neck. It was clear a crazed zombie had ripped his throat out, so there was no way his sanity had anything to do with the zombies sanity. Tubbo winced, touching his own neck, seeing  a bone just barely poking through.

"Ouch. How'd you survive that?" Darryl asked, looking away and swaying a bit. "Oh- Wait, you're a zombie, nevermind."

"That I am." Ranboo creeped further from the forest, nearing the group. They had lowered their weapons, but they still watched and calculated. Though Ranboo's head seemed to look at Phil, Tubbo felt the boys eyes on him.

"Why should we trust you?" Wilbur spat, ready to swing his knife through Ranboo's neck and chop off the boy's head.

"I have no story," Ranboo shrugged, this time facing and turning his gaze off of Tubbo and onto Wilbur. "Surely me talking and remembering you instead of lunging at you and trying to eat you alive is enough?"

"Cant take risks," Wilbur growled. I wonder what's gotten him into such a mood, Tubbo wondered.

"Now, can we go, or are we just going to stand around?" Wilbur snapped at no one in particular.

"Could I come with you guys?" Ranboo asked quietly.

"Must you? Forget it. Just come on," Wilbur had anger flaring in his eyes, any form of kindness that hed shown moments ago was gone.

"So," Phil said as the sun began to set. "For the second time today, where to now?"

"We find an antedote, obviously." Tubbo looked around, hoping he could see a city in the distance. He didnt see a city, but he noticed a tower with a functioning light on it. "That has to be something, right?"

"Probably." Techno looked up at it, his amber eyes reflecting the light as the sky grew darker.

"Well then let's go! I dont feel like repeating myself three times in the middle of a zombie apocalypse." Phil started toward the tower.

"Whatd you say?" Tubbo and Tommy burst out laughing at the same time.