| Chapter One |
Springfield, Illinois
No One's P.O.VTwo people stood on the roof of an abandoned red Honda that was parked in the middle of a crowded street. One of the survivors used a sling shot with long-forgotten gears from something mechanical, spewing the metal into the heads of the undead with no remorse.
At his side, stood another survivor that was loyal to the core. Her freshly sharpened throwing knives attacked the dead that were closing in on their currently occupied four-door vehicle. Both were never too far from the other during a time like this.
"When you run out, tell me and I'll cover you!"
10K was allowing (Y/N) to get use to her new weapons, trusting in her ability to quickly learn all the tips and tricks by herself. They were swarmed, true enough, but not to the point of having to ditch and separate too far from the team they were all starting to show attachment towards.
None of the Delta-X-Ray-Delta's thought any of this through. They assumed this town was just like all the others--ghosted, forgotten, not thriving in anything, dead or alive. Now, they were all split up in four different directions, all showing one disadvantage in their own space.
For 10K and (Y/N), the disadvantage was not being able to help their friends. A couple feet from the pair, another designated pair of teammates were shuffled back-to-back with each other. Both were trying to score another body on their hit-list.
When one undead got too close to one person, they would stop their back-facing dance to take a step out of line and approach the dead. They'd mercy the Z as quickly as possible. Warren was the first dancer to remove her back from Vasquez's, needing the space to a enter the small arena.
Coming back to her partner, Vasquez had to take his leave next. On the other side of the bus, away from the two pairs, Doc, Murphy, Cassandra and Addy were held hostage by a horde that had a mind for the newborn.
The doctor was constantly swinging his makeshift bat to anything and everything that was bleeding and wanting his flesh, "Come on!"
Adrenaline was polluting his mind as it became the one and only goal at the moment: stay alive. One simple cry from the newborn bounced off the metal and brick walls of the yellow bus and buildings, the zombies seemed more restless to get to their target.
Like, the cry was that of their own child and they were being held back. Bodies dropped to the ground in a bloody mess or a clean cut, but as one fell, it seemed like two rose for the occasion.
Addy jumped against the door of a ghosted car with her feet, twisting her body to face the upcoming zombie. Her action caused more force into the swing as her bat met the face of a dead stranger.
The assault was brutal as brain matter splashed onto the pavement. With no time to breathe a sigh of relief, once she hit the ground, she swung behind her to knock out a sneaking body from her back.
She ended the Z's forbidden life with one home run. Close to Addy and Doc, Murphy stood with his back to a flipped over vans' under body and the previously stated, crying newborn, tightly grasped in his arms.
Cassandra guarded his front, shoving and hissing at the Zs that wanted the thing she was ordered to protect with her whole being. Sometimes, she even converted to murdering her own kind--for her master.
In a pitiful attempt to control His people, Murphy stretched a free hand out towards the band of Zs. He aimed for a construction worker that had a gash across his neck. Mustering all of the energy he had been saving, he focused onto moving the Z back.
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