Don't Be Scared

S3 E5 : ☠️ ZB! ☠️(Ch. 189)

Everyone was staring at her with no intended hatred, or any kind of signs of wanting revenge for the sin about to be committed. Only fear and content with life. How they could be both was beyond her, and showed how weak she was.

"I knew one of you might come." The leader spoke sadly to her, tears had been shed but he remained strong.

Every time she'd see the bloody sheets beneath 10K's arm, she was reminded of how strong she had to prove herself to be, "It's the medicine you want?"

When the two leaders of Team Murphy got close to the barn, they could hear the commotion going on within. Warren's heart stopped at the sight she saw: (Y/N) had somehow managed to get her little hands on a gun and was pointed straight at the leader.

"I don't want to do this, but we need it."

Her throat had never been this dry, but she forced herself to continue.

"We all have to keep going and that's one thing the apocalypse will teach you out there."

Warren cleared her throat to speak, which made (Y/N) glance behind her.

"You didn't have to be the one." Warren mumbled, knowing she had eavesdropped on their conversation with Doc.

"Our team has to get to California." Warren directed the attention to her, the leader of this squad.

While (Y/N) and Vasquez kept their weapons raised, Warren was the only one that holstered hers, trusting the Amish would never hurt neither of them.

"Our man, Murphy, he's immune."

"They don't care, Warren." (Y/N) interrupted her, knowing the Amish truly did not care.

They only cared about the fact they were being held up with guns, for the one thing that would save their people.

"We're robbing their people. They're scared of us enough. They won't believe you about the immunity."

(Y/N) sounded heartless for the first time since Vasquez had met her. Warren had never even heard her sound so cold towards people before. It concerned the leader, but Vasquez was proud of the growth she was showing.

"The medicine that we'll get from the lab, will help you. It'll save a lot of people, even you."

Just as (Y/N) had pointed out earlier, the Amish showed no signs of believing her spoken words or trusting her.

"We believe that peace is the will of God." The leader started a chant.

"Warren, find the medicine. Vasquez, get 10K." (Y/N) directed, slowly lowering the gun she stolen as the Amish continued speaking of peace.

"We follow the way of peace, justice, unity."

In (Y/N)'s head, she felt the definition of numb. She felt cold and disassociated to this world. This wasn't her, but at the same time, she realized that she'd preferred to do this than bury 10K under the tree out there.

She also knew that the people here didn't have a fighting chance when it came to the medicine. They're only wasting it, if they can't give every single individual their own prescription.

They continued their chant about nonviolence and suffering as Warren collected the rest of their stored medicine and Vasquez collected the weak body of 10K. On their way out, (Y/N) was the last to leave the place, standing at the doorframe.

"I never meant to hurt anyone here, but he's one of the people that doesn't deserve to die in a place like this. Don't think too badly of my people, but only me."

She didn't ask for forgiveness, because she knew that would be too much. If she were in her place, she'd never forgive the person that sent her people into a faster descend. None of her people deserved the hate that they could possibly feel towards them.

This was her choice. This was her decision. She'd do it again, over and over.

"Grace to you." The leader was sadden by the lost they were feeling, but there wasn't a thing he or his people could do that wouldn't go against their rules from God, "And peace."

She wouldn't be getting peace in her head for a very long time.

Back at the labor and delivery barn, Serena was bearing the end of her pregnancy. Vasquez gently flopped 10K beside Addy while Warren fed the medicine to the untreated patient, first. By the time (Y/N) reached the brightly lit inside, Serena's scream became more vicious.

Yet, Warren couldn't give Serena the time or attention when she saw the familiar (H/C).

"We need to talk."

She grabbed (Y/N) by her shoulders to get all of the young girls' attention, away from 10K and Addy.

"I'm aware that I just killed maybe a dozen people to save only two of ours. I'm aware that God may turn his back to me now, but Serena needs you more than I need conversation about the massacre I just committed to."

'She's growing up.' Was the only thing Warren could repeat in her head as she spoke about the outlined consequences of her actions.

She spoke like a leader that was born to do this. The character right in front of her? The one with sad hues and tired lids, and sick expression layered onto her face like makeup, was not the go-getter, empathetic teenager she had been dealing with for the last four years.

Apocalypse changes people when they're out there. (Y/N) knew Warren didn't need another burden across her shoulders to weigh her out of her dreams.

"Since I've met you, every decision that has been made, you were the person that went through with it, reflected it as a person. All of them saved my ass. I know it's a burden that takes a toll, Warren." (Y/N) spoke proudly of everything she's been through.

The way she said it, though, made Warren want to shelter her from it even more. She was too young to understand it, she was too young to be playing this game. She should be pouting over a boy, not sending others to their deaths for one.

She should be getting her first car, not telling someone over a decade older to grab the medicine so they can leave quickly for their own people.

"Addy made a decision that I could've never gone through with. 10K has held a knife to an old man's throat to stop him from blowing my stomach out. I don't regret my decision for them, for you. I'd do it again and again. For you. For them. For myself."

Warren was on the brink of tears after hearing her piece of the story. She braced (Y/N)'s shoulders to feel them sink into the grasp like she needed to be held. Her right hand fell to the back of her tired head, holding onto every bit she could.

"Get some rest."

(Y/N) did as she was told. She laid in between the two diseased creatures. Her hands folded together beneath her head as she closed her eyes, facing 10K's side. All the choices she made that day finally took the toll on her.

She had exerted herself to the point she fell into a dreamless sleep.

A couple hours passed and it was almost a setting sun. (Y/N) was still asleep, soundlessly from the day's adventure and torment. The baby brought itself into this world, literally. Not even the groans of the approaching dead could wake the sleeping (Y/N).

Nor the bleeping of dead goats that were reanimated. Every single creature that was coming, wanted to see what was brought into this world for them. Now, it may have not disturbed (Y/N), but it did Addy.

Failing to realize she had someone that could actually do more for her, the only thing she could do was lift her arm and weakly pronounce the arrival of the enemy.

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