Warren's group drove for a bit longer, when something appeared, light beaming down about 20 feet in front of the jeep.
'A UFO?!' Y/N thought.
Before he had a second to think, it crashed to the ground in the area beside the road.
The jeep stayed stopped, and Warren came around to Y/N, "We're stopping for the night, We're goona check out the crash sight in the morning."
"Alright."
He flipped down the kickstand, kill switched his bike, then tried to take the key out of the ignition, only to pull, and it stay. Taking a closer look, he realised that there had been blood on the key prior, which rusted it into the bike.
'Shit...' He thought.
The sniper guy must have taken notice that something was wrong because he came over to Y/N,
"Did something break?"
"Not yet, but it might soon if I can't get this god damn key out.", he said forcefully trying to jiggle the key out. Wordlessly, 10k lightly moved Y/N's hand away, and crouched next to the bike, getting a straight on view of the issue. He twisted the key some in one direction then the other, then slowly pulled the key out, it lightly scratched the rust as it came out.
"What kind of fucking magic powers do you have?" Y/N said shocked. Earning a grin from the dark-haired boy,
"Me and my Pa worked on cars all the time pre-Z, I picked up a few tricks from it." He said, in a reminiscent tone.
"Well your tricks probably just saved my ride, so thank you." He said, gratefully. 10k nodded in response, leaving off toward the rest of the group.
After a couple hours of rest, the sun peered over the horizon. Warren woke up her group, and they headed off to the crash, but before they could look at anything, some Zs rushed toward them. 10k took out his slingshot and got one, but didn't have the room or time to shoot again, so he had to pike the other with his sickle. During thoses quick moments, Y/N hadn't realised that a Z was running right towards him until it was at an arms length from him. His reflexes kicked in, an in a single, fluid motion, he unseathed his machete, flipped it blade-up, and sliced diagonally across the zombie from under its right arm, clean out the left collarbone. It's body slid off of itself as it crumbled to the ground still growling, Y/N then smashed its skull in with the heel of his boot, killing it.
"Damn new guy, that was badass," Doc shouted
The group was then pretty safe to check out the area, but there wasn't much evidence of aliens, except that the spot where it crashed was nearly completely circular, crop circle style.
Later that day, they had found themselves in the company of some admittedly crazy people. They were talking about Murphy being the 'messiah' and how one of them could talk to 'the aliens'. It was all pretty odd, and Y/N wasn't particularly thrilled about the fact that they were currently following the alien-whisperer into a closed area. Crowding into a small room, he quickly realized that the floor felt weird, like they just stepped into an elevator, he was looking around when he tuned into the conversation between the alien-lady and Doc, about getting the gum from the vending machine. Looking to the lady, his eyes widened as he saw the seatbelt clipped around her, and then...
*Clunk* *Whoosh*
It was, in fact an elevator, and it was headed down, fast. Losing his footing Y/N slammed sideways, into the wall, where he was able to stand again, though he looked up just in time to get knocked back down by a certain black haired sniper. Just then, the elavator came to a stop.
"Sorry," the guy said. To which Y/N responded,
"It's fine."
'Finally,' he thought, 'I hate elevators.'
As they walked down a dungeon-like hall, growling was heard, and the they saw it.
"No fucking way..." Y/N blurted out.
"Aliens." said 10k
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10k x Male Reader (Z Nation)
Fanfic(Discontinued) In a post-apolcalyptic land, a survivor finds himself crossing paths with a ragtag group on a mission to save the world. How will the story end? (I do not own these characters.)
