Don't Be Scared

S2 E4 : 🚬 B47 🚬 (Ch.174)

"What the hell happened?" Was the first question that slipped passed her dry mouth.

She wrapped an arm around his neck to help with her weight, or at least, hoped that helped with her weight. The last thing she wanted was for him to call her fat during an apocalypse.

Murphy stopped in the middle of the path he was following to look down at her, but quickly had to proceed jogging when he noticed a creepy hand about to land on top of her shoulder.

The memory of seeing blood had dried across her forehead and down her left eye made his heart sink.

Someone from the group was sure enough going to comment about it.

"You got knocked out." He stated plainly, not bothering to go into further details about how she got knocked out as they continued deeper into the mini weed jungle.

"Where are we going?" She asked, noticing how they were still inside a greenhouse.

'Was it still batch 47's greenhouse?' She asked.

She remembered leaving a greenhouse, but then things get blurry afterwards. Maybe she ran into something? Maybe she tripped over a vine?

"We have to save Him."

"Fuckin' hell." (Y/N)'s potty mouth was uncensored due to the fact of just being woken up and thrown into another shit storm.

She didn't like this place and this place did not like her. So, why continue going into a place that you're not welcomed? Because you have no choice but to help a Murphy.

"Can you jog?" Murphy questioned, growing tired in his arms, even with her help.

His shoulder had enough of her hip bone colliding with his shoulder at every bump, so carrying her like a princess seemed more fitting.

"Yeah."

To be completely honest, she had no clue whether she could or not, but you never know something unless you try, right?

"As soon as I put you down, you've got to stay close." Murphy panted out, beginning to wonder how single parents protected their child during the apocalypse.

He couldn't imagine having two (Y/N)s' to deal with. As directed, when Murphy stopped at a place to let her fall on top of her combat boots, they both took off into a sprint before a hungry Z could gnaw on them or their clothes.

A familiar clearing became apparent as they entered the space. (Y/N) stayed by the corner of the farthest table, away from the King, holding a single throwing knife in her hands. There were too many to fight off, which was clear to see.

Even if she were to go after them, they wouldn't die.

"Hey!" Murphy yelled at the king of all beast as he got in front of the stiff body, "Hey, come on. Get out!"

He wrapped his hands around the base vines of the trapped zombie. More weed Zs began to appear from the bushes around them, making (Y/N) feel on edge. Even with the encouraging words and pulling of Murphy, the King had no interested in that challenge.

He had turned his attention to another--alive--body that had volunteered to enter his lair for what made him, Him. Noticing the new attraction towards his pal, Murphy had an idea that he didn't think twice about.

"(Y/N)! Come here!" He ordered, struggling to pull on the vines as his heel dug into the dirt.

Every step the human had taken, seemed to vex the King to the brink of madness. The deep growls he was beginning to howl like a cat proved how much he did not like this one person. She was hesitant, of course, because of the history between the two, but went to Murphy's side in under two minutes after being called for.

Once the teenager came into reaching distance, the King finally began to make an effort to remove himself from his once permanent throne. Fear widen in the eyes of the (H/C) when she saw she was the key for the King.

'That's not good.' She immediately thought.

"What are you doing?!" She shouted, staring at Murphy while she took a step behind him.

She may not trust him with anything, but she did trust him with her whole life, at this point. I mean, in her head, what else could she possibly have to live for? Her whole family was dead, the ones before the apocalypse and the one during the apocalypse.

The only ones left was Warren, Doc and Addy. They'd move on--they moved on from Charlie's death easily. 10K would move on from her death, eventually as well. He always moved on from death.

They always did.

"Help me! We can get him out of here!" Murphy pleaded with her as he continued to yell motivational words towards the beast that showed resistance to Murphy's powers.

When the young woman made no move to help him, he halted his pulling to look at her in the eyes, showing how serious this was to him. Something foreign in his eyes showed her that if she didn't help, he'd no longer be available for her when the time came for it.

The way his voice screamed sadness and determination reminded her of how she screamed for her brother. How she begged a non-living object to open up for her. This thing, this beast meant a lot to him.

"Please!"

Groaning, she placed her knife into the thigh holster she was given and got beside him. Her arms wormed into the tangle of vines, feeling them tighten around her wrists. When the King thought she was falling into his trap, it only seemed to move him to get out of the vines faster.

"That's it! Come on!"

Murphy knew what shoved the unusual Z into moving from his throne, and he knew the consequences that would happen if Warren found out the attraction towards (Y/N) rather than him. He was willing, though.

Once one foot had gotten unstuck from all the pulling and shoving, the other one came quicker than expected.

"Come on, move!" Murphy shouted his last breath of orders before he and his companion both fell to their butts on the dirt covered floor.

With one more scream of anger, the beast fell to his knees in front of them.

"Uh, Murphy.." (Y/N) warned, getting herself up and pulling on Murphy's shirt.

Now that he was on leveled ground, (Y/N) got to see how big this man actually was. And holy hell, she believes he guarded this place instead of played with the weeds. He was about 6'7 and had a hefty three-hundred-pounds of his decomposing body and weed on him.

When the bad feeling hit her gut, she knew it wasn't from eating bad cereal this time. The King snapped his head up quicker than any movement he had made from before.

"Oh, shit." She whispered, hoping he wouldn't have heard her small words.

But he did. And he was not pleased. The King had a target and she was right where he wanted her.

"Run!" Murphy shouted, getting up and grabbing (Y/N)'s wrist.

He made sure to pull her close behind him, keeping his promise of getting her out of here alive while being his bait. There was always a catch with him, wasn't there?

"Keep coming!" Murphy shouted at no one but the King, seeing the light from inside the darkness.

"Murphy!" (Y/N) tried to warn him of the vines falling around her shoulders and grazing her thighs.

She couldn't understand if they were wrapping themselves around her or if it was merely her imagination playing with her head. I mean, how could vines possibly do something like that when it required a brain and a whole process.

That or a command. And that's when it hit her completely. Everything in his greenhouse was controlled by the King; from the Zs to the greens.

"Mur--!" Before she could finish his name, the two were at the egress of the small building, but her words were cut short from her yell when her feet were forcibly pulled from under her.

Her hands flared into the air like she had just jumped a whole building, but was caught by Murphy's shirt.

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