Don't Be Scared

S2 E5 : ☠️ ZB! ☠️ (Ch. 178)

"Y-You're suppose to be dead. How-how are you here?"

Mack shrugged his weightless shoulders, "This is what you call unfinished business, I'm guessing."

"I didn't kill you! Don't you think (Y/N)'s punished me enough?!"

Mack grinned like a Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, "I'm not here to punish you, Murphy; I'm here to warn you. Warn all of you."

Murphy was confused at the use of a plural word, ''All'? Has he visited the others?'

Mack walked backwards to the door that Murphy hadn't even paid any mind to since he woke up here. It was the exact door that Doctor Merch and Hammond had walked in from whenever they first introduce him and his mates to the 'antidote'.

With his eye staying on Murphy, as if there was a chance he could possibly leave, he twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Standing in the door way was (Y/N). But it wasn't his (Y/N), the (Y/N) he knew from the apocalypse.

No, this was a different (Y/N) Thompson; she was more refreshed look, her hair wasn't matted and it looked healthier than anything he's ever seen. Her skin was as flawless as it possibly could be, thanks to a morning routine she had doubtlessly placed onto herself.

Her legs weren't scrapped or bruises from risking her life every single day. Bandages nor stitches were knitted into her wrists from the same day she had met Murphy; there were no scars lacing her skin either.

Her outfit was neatly ironed without an inch of dirt scattered along the fabric.

"Beautiful, wouldn't she be?"

She wore a black plaid skirt with a cropped hoodie to match it--he had no doubt in his mind that she wore this to keep up with the trend that year. When Mack had seen enough of Murphy's face, he finally looked at the one person he adored most.

"I stopped breathing when I saw this version of my baby sister. She's 18, graduated school at the top of her class. You know what she would've been going to school for? Nursing."

Mack couldn't stop talking about all the things that a certain someone had told him, all the things that he got to see if the apocalypse didn't happen. All the successful relationships, failed friendships.

"She would've met 10K when she was 20-years-old, and gotten married to him at 21."

Mentally, he was the proudest big brother; she was an amazing mom and an even better grandmother. Mack looked back at Murphy's tearing eyes, taking a step forward to slam the door shut.

He needed Murphy's full attention for this one.

"I was not only shown a version of her that was stripped away at such a young age, but shown this as well."

He opened the door again and this time, it was Murphy's 17-year-old (Y/N). A completely new outfit with a new, better looking hairstyle. It was the 5'2, (H/C) haired teenager that could annoy the best of men.

It was the only (Y/N) Murphy had ever known, and wanted to know. But she, this one, was different too. His senses began to tingle, alerting him that a zombie was near. From the corner, a man with black hair and a widow's peak emerged like Mack had done.

The way this man walked, even though Murphy only had the back perspective, showed everyone that he had done what he needed to, to stay alive in the apocalypse. His face had a sharp jawline that was hidden under a salt and pepper beard.