Warren was double checking behind herself every moment that she was able to, making sure that the teens were close behind and safe. She knew that Vasquez could take care of himself.
When they reached the vehicle that Warren wanted to hot-wire, Cassandra met Murphy at the door.
The newest member of the group opened up the back seat door for Murphy and Cassandra, making sure that the prisoner was still with them. Vasquez slammed the door shut and jogged to the other side of the Tahoe, getting inside thirdly.
"Warren?" 10K shouted for her to help him open the trunk.
The only way he could open the large, wide door was if he set (Y/N) down, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. (Y/N) knew that her legs were still numb from the tight embraces of the vines, and she, herself, did not want 10K to let her go.
After she had been summoned, Warren ran to the very back and opened the door for the two. Quickly, 10K rested (Y/N)'s body onto the cleared trunk. It was much larger than the Tahoe they had stolen from Doctor Kur's men.
Since she felt like 10K had done enough for her, she scooted herself back against the seat behind Vasquez's, awaiting for 10K to join her. He hopped inside before slamming the trunk shut so a Z couldn't hitch a free meal wagon.
"I'm going to have bruises." She sighed, noticing how red her skin was already turning and a few broken blood vessels.
10K moved to get in front of her semi bent legs, looking down at the discolored limbs.
"You were almost bitten by a weed Z, and you're worried about bruises?" He questioned her logical thinking at this point, but kind of grinned at it.
She thought uniquely, that's for sure. He glided his fingertips from her knees down, wondering what he could do for her in this moment. Suddenly, the passenger and the right back door swung open, but the two didn't mind it.
"Doc, I need your bag." 10K commanded once he noticed the frizz of their doctor poking from the back seat.
As Doc handed the bag to the teenager without question, he twisted around to take a look at the repetitive patient of his.
"What happened?" Doc asked, noticing how the cut on (Y/N)'s forehead wasn't from the King.
That peeked Vasquez's interest as well, looking down at Patient Zero.
Before the actual victim of assault could dig deep into her memory for an explanation, Murphy piped up from the protective arms of Cassandra, "She ran into a pole."
"I did?"
"She did?" Doc, Vasquez and 10K all questioned with (Y/N).
Her memory was holed, that was for sure, but she couldn't remember an ounce of a pole. 10K grabbed a couple of loose cotton balls and a bottle half filled with hydrogen peroxide.
"What the hell is some woman doing out here by herself?" Doc began to question the sanity of the woman, who was apparently walking down towards the now destroyed weed lab.
While they theorized and concluded, 10K was too busy inching the soaked cotton ball closer and closer to the forehead gash. Once the cleanser had just barely touched the open wound, she winced and turned her head away.
"Come on." 10K sighed, "If you can cut open your wrists from jumping out of a truck, you can handle this."
The young patient tried to shake her head at the liquid medicine, but he extended his hand out to the back of her neck. He tried his best to limit her movements, taking into consideration all that she had been through.
But he did not want her to get an infection so close to her brain.
"Don't be a brat." 10K muttered, dapping the cotton ball against the wound once more, trying to ignore the sympathy that he felt for her.
She needed this, and right now, the burn was necessary. Her right eye twitched in a mixture of pain and frustration.
"It hurts."
"Should've stayed beside me."
"Would you like to cash in your winnings?"
(Y/N) half-heartedly smiled at the thought of losing to a sniper; for once, she didn't mind the lost. Especially since it was to Him. The question had knocked 10K off of his high pedestal, as he looked down at her eyes.
"I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to do." 10K quickly stated the fact, his face becoming flushed at the thought of having such intimate moment with the youngest of his friend group.
His pa always taught him that consent was vital and comfortableness was necessary.
"I mean, I don't want to force you into anything either." She confessed, feeling like she was the one that dragged him into such daring scene.
It was just a stupid bet, anyway, right? It wasn't suppose to mean anything, right? Let's be honest, though, she enjoyed how he grabbed the back of her neck and sometimes grabbed her face whenever she wasn't listening to him.
Just when the two were about to start leaning in, the trunk of the Tahoe had popped open to reveal an impatient Vasquez.
"Sorry to interrupt." He grumbled, "Again."
While 10K's head was turned to--silently glare--look at Vasquez, (Y/N) took the opportunity. She took a deep breath of oxygen before closing the space. She kissed his cheek, hoping her lips were soft enough for his liking.
As if the warmth from her face passed through the kiss, 10K felt his own flesh turn the color of the brightest tomato in a patch.
|| Look like an innocent flower, but be the serpent under it ||
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Don't Be Scared
Phiêu lưu"My heart dropped for a single moment before I remembered who I was and what I've done for the last three years. My name is (Y/N) Thompson, survivor of the zombie apocalypse since the beginning." ° ° • First rule, you can't be scared and don't show...
