Never Close Your Eyes

DTM 🐊 : C. 20 ⚠️

|| Chapter Twenty ||
⚠️ Mention of SA/rape ⚠️

"What about getting Murphy to California?" Vasquez interrogated the plan when the main priority was still in their hold, just waiting for any foreigner to come pluck him from their containment.

He felt like the ladies were beginning to lean towards Doc's side, and the last thing any of them needed was to be further divided. Vasquez was bound and determined to continue onward with everyone behind him.

He couldn't lead if Murphy refused to leave Warren, or Warren throw a fit and argue about the matter further. It was a dilemma that could be avoided easily.

"Yeah, what about that?" Murphy mocked, enjoying the patronizing he got to do when the others seemed to avoiding the whole 'we need California', 'California is the main mission with no side-tracking'.

The enjoyment he absorbed from the group dividing was something that brought great triumph to his zombie side, especially since the two he couldn't get along with the most right now were the first to be segregated.

After Cassandra's death and the fact he had to give up his first child to the Z couple, he felt like he needed rest from watching his back so much.

He felt like a break from seeing their faces hourly was something in his best interest. Still, Murphy blamed 10K for Cassandra's death, but he blamed all of them for Lucy's absence.

He should be the one watching his baby girl grow up. Not strangers that didn't even know there was a cure floating around in their living room.

Deep down, he hoped he got to see (Y/N) one more time, but with the hurt portraying in his heart, he didn't mind her absence. It was just about time and licking wounds, at the moment.

"We'll put a 24-hour of looking for them. And then we head west." Warren caved to both of the their wishes.

She knew she couldn't equally please both of them at the same time, so both of them had to give and take for this to be compromised out. Doc got to look for the kids and they continue to head west with Murphy.

"I can't believe how none of you are panicking." Doc scoffed at the lack of worry in any of these people that act like they cared so much before the jam.

Doc now understood the feeling of someone you love being stripped from you, by force. He didn't know if they were both dead or alive, or only one of them. That was what tore him apart the most.

When odds are against you, it doesn't matter how big, how fast, and how deadly you are. Death doesn't discriminate. To him, it felt like his opinion, his kids didn't matter to any of them.

"Doc, we're all worried but rushing into the water won't get them back any quicker. (Y/N) is lucky; she may have ended up with 10K." Warren wanted to refuse this man before another uprising happened but she had a ill feeling in her stomach.

She knew what was in all of their best interests, even the ones vacant. Doc can't cross the river in that little boat with a zombie jam just waiting for some bait.

(Y/N) Thompson knows how to take care of herself, and luck truly does love her. She's probably with 10K right now, trying to figure out the next step.

In the mind of the old man, their words were falling on deaf ears but he continued to comprehend what they were saying. Though worry spread through his bones faster than cancer, he had to remember one thing about 10K: no matter what that boy encounters, he was going to continue moving forward.