Chapter Twenty-six

(Tom)

"AHHHHH" I yelled after being shocked by a taser pole. They had me hooked to a machine, and they have been torturing me for information I didnt even have.

I could only hope Dennis had woke up so he could save us. Dipper had been dragged off to some medical zone in the place we were held. It was a camp of some sort, that's all I was able to see before they knocked me out again.

These people had others captive in the camp as well, they used them as Guinea pigs testing all kinds of chemicals and making them suffer. We've been hear for about half a day and already I could feel ptsd coming on, they were breaking me, they were breaking us for no reason.

I was in and out of consciousness, exacting back to reality whenever they jabbed we with the taser. My face was wet with tears, although I'd already stopped crying. I couldnt get anymore out anyways, it was just pain. Empty, hopeless pain.

I was starting to lose hope, maybe Dennis an Dipper had been killed, maybe I was the only one of us left alive. Well not for long anyways..

I couldn't take the pain anymore, I broke and began sobbing dry tears begging them to stop, they hadn't let me use the bathroom. My undergarments were soiled in piss and sweat, they ruined me.

Eventually, they had finally stopped. Both of the two men left the small room leaving me alone to weep quietly.

"Dennis.." I cried out, "please..."

A few minutes later, I jolted back to reality after slipping. I heard screams ring out the entire facility, and bodh violently hitting the walls.

Wet padding sounds made their way to my room, the handle on the door twisted to lock. When they figured out it was going to open, they rammed the door and I was able to see who my possible savior was.

Everything in the moment froze, I was finally able to see him again, Dennis. Oh how I've missed you Dennis.

"Tom, I-" his hands cupped his mouth, his eyes widened in horror and shock at my terrible and critical condition. "Oh my god Tom!"

He rushed over to my restraints, breaking off the chains that held me to the table. He helped me up onto my feet, I groaned as pain shot through my entire body, I had red marks all over my bare skin. I was extremely ripe and sore so everything was painful, excruciatingly so.

He lead me out of the room and down the hallway, I looked at the mutilated bodies on the floor and only then did I realize the steam subtly pouring from his body.

"Did you see where they took Dipper?" he asked me as we turned a corner. "Yeah, they took him to a medical part of the camp, said something about treating him properly or whatever" I said.

I hunched over as another wave of pain shot through my body, everything hurts and I couldnt move without it just being 10x worst.

"Here, get on my back I can carry you much easier that way" He said hoisting me ontop of his back and running off again.

We dodged and weaved hiding from guards and killing others, we were almost to the medical center as opposed to the signs pointing us that way.

The camp was kind of like a hospital, it had lots of buildings but what made it a camp were the tents that were pitched outside near their defenses. Probably where they had their warriors set up to take out any threats to their base.

We had finally arrived in the medical ward, Dennis set me down. "Can you walk?" he asked. I nodded and followed after him as we dodged more guards around the area.

Dennis morphed his hand into his signature bladed claws and silently killed guards that were in our way. We stopped at a room where we could hear people's voices muffled inside. Taking a look through the double doors we could see that it was a few scientist's huddled around a hospital bed.

When one of them move we could see that it was Dipper they were huddled around, his skin was sickly pale leading me to believe the worst. Dennis didn't waste anytime as he opened the door and stormed inside, me limping behind him.

"Get away from him" Dennis said pushing the scientists away. I limped next to him and studied Dippers condition closer. We both loomed over our friend in disbelief, the monitor lines were flat.

Dipper was dead.

I already knew what was coming next, I felt the heat radiate off of Dennis. His grip bent the mental railings of the bed, the scientists quizzed as to how we were here behind us.

"Why didn't you save him" Dennis asked through gritted teeth.

"We tried, but his body wouldn't let us go near the wound. He died of an infection, I'm sorry"

"You're sorry?" Dennis turned around, a dark look over his face. His veins bulged and the steam pouring from his body doubled tenfold.

"You, were suppose to HELP him" the room started to shake.

"Sir, please calm down and you need to leave, you're not even supposed to be here-" The man was cut off by a blade slicing his throat. He fell down to the ground gurgling as he bled out, the other scientists gasped and ran out.

Guards soon fled the area and I sat behind the bed of Dipper where I could take cover. Dennis had became feral again, he wasnt making human noises all that came from him were inhumane growls.

"He died, and now all of you will die as well!" Dennis screamed lunging at one of the guards. He sliced the half of the gun out of the guards hand and kicked him forcefully back into the rest of them.

He dashed at the remaining standing and wiped them all out with one big slice. They all fell ontop of the guard on the ground, Dennis then began stabbing rapidly at the floor killing anyone that was alive down there.

Once he was certain they were all dead, he ran off somewhere yelling loudly and screaming incoherent words.

I limped to one of the dead guards on the floor and fell onto the wall. I groaned feeling waves of pain plague my entire body, I slid onto the ground with my head pressed against the cold surface.

Dipper is dead, Dennis is going on a rampage, the guards are gonna be back over here anytime soon and I'm far to week to defend myself. I can't go back to that torture, I will be damned if that ever happens again.

My hands grazed a gun on the ground, I look at it and thought about my options. I could go try to calm Dennis and down and risk getting stabbed again, or I could sit here with a gun and shoot any guard that comes through this door. Fuck.

I grabbed the gun struggling to get up and checked its magazine. The clips was half empty meaning whoever this belonged too had already been shooting something before.

I heard a large explosion that rumbled the entire camp sending me flying to the ground. I groaned but froze when I heard the familiar sound of zombie grunts.

'What did you do Dennis' I thought to myself as I sat up right, zombies stumbled down the narrow hallway. There weren't many but I was still to weak to properly take them all out. Instead I threw myself into the room and closed the door, barricading it with a cabinet I was able to push in front of it.

The zombies opened the door slightly, I aimed the gun to their heads and shot them down as they lined themselves up. Dark black blood spluttered onto to the cabinet and I shivered in disgust. I wish I was as robust as I had been in the beginning of this apocalypse, all this stress is wearing me out.

I waited before going out, killing the extra few zombies who stumbled their way towards this room. I couldn't tell if my strength was returning, my body had immense amounts of trauma toppled onto it.

I stumbled down the hallways aimlessly, I had no idea where I was going but I just kept going until I found something, anything. My mind was in such a daze, everything was quiet yet loud at the same time. I could fell the ripples of power as Dennis continued his rampage destroying the entire camp in his wake.

I couldnt hold myself up anymore, I tripped onto the ground hitting my head with a *thud*. I began blacking out, I saw a pair of black boots walk their way in front of me before the darkness took over and I was asleep.

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(Dennis)

Rage, it was all I could feel. My eyes were clouded in red and I let out my hatred on everything that moved, zombies and humans alike. They all needed to feel my animosity, my fury for they did to my friend. All their fault.

When there was nothing left, I had no choice but to calm down and reflect on my actions. I felt like a fool but what else could I have done? I was angry, I left Tom, Dippers dead and everything seems meaningless at this point.

I exhausted any energy I had left in my body, falling to the ground I collapsed grunting as I hit the floor. My breathing was rapid as I struggled to take in any air, my body was failing me, is this it?

I could see Dipper reaching out to me, his fiery red hair flowed fabulously like he was a movie star. It was kind of ridiculous but I was so happy to see him it didnt bother me. I reached out for him as well, black spots clouding my vision. My arm fell limp against the ground, he disappeared and so did any reserve of strength I had. It was all over, this was it.

I blacked out.