Til Death Do Us Part [10kxOC]

9. Wiskey and Moonshine

~10k's POV~
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"Good morning people, and welcome to the third day of the sixth month of the year eight-three A.Z. If you are listening to this, it means you are still alive. So congratulations. Or condolences. You know, whatever." I heard Citizen Z's voice ring sorrowfully in the radio. Doc, taking the drivers seat, drove down the deserted dirt road without saying a word, Warren resting her head on the passenger window. She couldn't drive. Not when she just lost her lover, and we didn't complain. Not even Murphy.
Addy and Mack had found a motorcycle a few miles back and decided to ride that, finally letting me sit in the back seat with Cassandra and Murphy.
I continued to listen carefully to the radio.
"If your noticing more dispair in my voice than usual today, it's because we lost two very special people. I know, we lose people all the time. Getting your face chewed of by a Z is more common than making it to your next birthday. But these two...their worth mentioning. Charles Garnett, First Sergeant, Army National Gaurd Reservist, was an honest-to-God, real, live, actual good guy. He fought for other people, not just for his own survival. And he did something that's pretty much impossible these days. He gave people hope. Remember hope? Remember thinking that we might act-" I listened to him drone on and on about Garrnet being an amazing person, waiting for the words 'Hailey' come on over the radio. I felt sorry for Garrnet, and he deserved being mentioned. And he was a good guy, there was no doubt about that. But he wasn't the only person who sacrificed his life out there. I know it makes me sound like a bad guy, and i'm not trying to be a bad guy. I think I just miss Hailey. Even though we never really talked, the closest convention being when we played cards or when we talked about how the apocalypse sucked that one time. I still miss her.
"And Hailey Murphy. An English major at Queens College. To some, she may have seemed rude and untrustworthy. But her entire life was spent in the foster system. Home after home, family after family, that's all she knew how to do.-" Cassandra interrupted Citizen Z from next to me. I could see her arms crossed, anger radiating off of her.
"She wasn't untrustworthy, he knows nothing about her....turn it off." Her irritated voice echoed inside the truck. Causing the group to sit awkwardly in the silence. Even though nobody said a word before, we made sure not to make a noise at all this time.
Reluctantly, Doc flipped the radio off. Now the only noise we focused on was the sputtering of the truck and the wind blowing through Doc's open window.
Murphy scoffed a laugh into his fist, making me look in his direction.
"What?" I questioned, my eyebrows raising slightly. He shook his head and coughed again. Looking back out the window he mumbled slowly.

"Nothing. Just-...nothing." I sighed and looked away from him. I couldn't help but think that if Hailey was still alive, she would've hated that CZ exposed her like that. Telling everyone that is still alive her deepest, darkest secrets. I'll make sure, if I even live that long, or if it's even possible, but when I see CZ i'll make sure to punch him in the face for her.

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A little bit after CZ's long 'eulogy', we didn't get much farther down the road before the hood of the truck started to smoke up and the sputtering and clattering of the engine got worse. Doc honked the horn before he pulled over to the side of the road. Mack heard the honk and slowly pulled over as well, taking off his rusted helmet as Addy hopped off and made her way over to Doc, who was already checking out the smoke. I stood in the road, my rifle held tightly in my hands. As a Z slowly walked closer, I brought up my rifle, looked through the scope. And as I took a deep breath in, pulling the trigger with my finger, the bullet quickly made its way through the Z's skull. The Z falling to the grassy ground with a plop.

"Radiator?" Mack asked Doc. I turned around and made my way back to the group.
"Yeah." Doc answered.
"Fixable?"
"Don't know."
"Gee. If only we had a mechanic." Murphy mumbled as he made his way out of the truck, leaving Warren alone. Her head resting on the window.