Never Close Your Eyes

DTM 🐊 : C. 19

|| Chapter Nineteen ||

"Doc's always warned me to never think these two would watch my back as if I were in their duo." She went straight to the point, knowing there was no time for bullshit.

They've wasted enough daylight as is.

"He told me you and Skeezy sunk to the bottom."

Deep in his heart, he was angry at the fact Sketchy had lied about (Y/N)'s death, but he could also understand his point of view. 10K knew his worth, he knew how well he was at surviving in the apocalypse.

Sketchy saw that too. 10K pieced things together once they figured out the last Thompson was alive: Sketchy knew if 10K had any sort of evidence that (Y/N) was alive, he would risk his entire life, his entire time trying to find her.

Nothing would be able to stop him from finding her body, hell or high waters. (Y/N) carefully weighed the pros and cons in her head without consulting her partner.

She knew what kind of wall they were up against. If they leave now, they're liable to run into a crowd that they wouldn't know how to get rid of without losing their lives or lose each other.

"We go with them. They're con-artists and we're survivors. Between you and me, we wouldn't last if we ran into bad people. It would be a blood bath." (Y/N) sorted the facts.

She's already proven she would risk the lives of innocent people for his own breath of air. In her head, she asked herself this question, 'Would he do it for you?'

Immediately, her heart answered with 'Yes' without missing a beat. 10K nodded his head in agreement to any path she solely chose.

He trusted her opinion as much as he trusted in her leadership. Doc and 10K thought the same, they both knew (Y/N) would one day lead her own capitol of people with a vise so great the zombies wouldn't stand the chance.

That's what they saw in their girl. That's the person they knew she was going to be.

He was also just thankful she was standing before him with a mind as creative as ever and her mobility just as useful. He'd go anywhere with that girl, and if that meant following into the pits of hell, he'd do it with full trust.

When the two turned back around to face their new guides in the apocalypse, Sketchy grinned to himself once she figured out he had them hooked.

"Walk life's journey with us, kids. Learn the ways of the world from two gentlemen who've been there, done that."

"Yeah! Besides, we'll help you get laid for sure!" Skeezy grinned wider as he breathed in the virgin scent of 10K, mainly focusing on him for the last part of his introduction to their chapter.

10K may not know much of a woman's anatomy, but these two could teach him the way around their body as if he was to worship their bodies like a loyal dog.

And what better way than a willing, (H/C)-haired candidate to use?

10K's pale cheeks heated up in redness at the context of the sentence, but said nothing in fear of offending (Y/N). While he did that, his favored companion simply crossed her arms over her chest with an un-amused look that Warren pulls many times a day.

"You can come with us." (Y/N) wanted to establish boundaries, knowing men would be dogs and women would have to keep short leashes.

"Good! He's in charge of making fires, and you'll be in charge of keeping watch."

'Sketchy's got this mixed up.' (Y/N) thought to herself when she heard Sketchy making the roles of the new group.

She knew she'd be making the decisions between her and 10K. There was no way in the hell, she would be dependent on those two.