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27. No One Left Behind

"The zombie moat seems to be coming along nicely," Murphy comments, peering through the fencing. "Can we get some more zombies in it?"

"On it," one of Murphy's henchmen says with a clipboard. We cross the "bridge", which is a little short, something he also comments about having fixed. He's the king around here; he's loving it.

"Murphy!" an ebony skinned man calls out, rushing my uncle. 10K puts his gun up in instinct. The henchman pushes the man backward.

"No, let him come."

"We need your help, Mr. Murphy!" He has us follow to a tent. Inside is a very sickly woman. "I think she's dying."

"No shit," I can't help but have slip out.

"Please save her. Bite her like you did the others."

Murphy shakes his head. "I'm sorry, I can't. I'm too weak. They've been taking my blood to make the vaccine." He backs out of the tent, standing up to notice a crowd has gathered. "I can't bite all of you, but a cure is coming. As the apocalypse is my witness, we are developing a cure. Trust me."

He goes inside but 10K and I stay outside. My eyes dart over to him anxiously.

"What?" he asks, but there's no snap to it. He sounds exhausted. Maybe even worried. For me or himself, I don't know.

"Did...did Murphy give you an order about the whole repopulation thing? I just want to be prepared."

"Not yet, Bex." He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to get us out of here before he does. I promise."

I laugh humorlessly. "What have I told you about promises you can't keep, killer?"

When I go to walk away, he grabs my arm, spinning me to look at him. "Bexley."

"Oh no, it's my full name. Yes, Thomas?" I grin, but there's something about the way he's looking at me that is unsettling.

"What if...we don't let him take our first time. That it's not under stress. What if we do it tonight?"

I wait for him to laugh, for this to be a joke. We've sexually joked around since we met. I know he's being serious now. "Tonight?"

He nods. "Tonight."

"Okay," I barely breathe out, afraid my voice will crack. "I'll see you later."

–

When it gets dark, I head back to our room. 10K is already waiting, pacing softly.

"Hey," I call out. "So, uh, do I just strip now, later..."

"Stop talking," he says, grinning at me. I nod, smirking back. His fingers grasp at the end of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. My hands unbutton my jeans, slipping down my thighs and pooling onto the floor. There's a sharp intake of breath and I know I'm doing something right for my first time.

His hands fumble around the back of my bra. "Aren't these supposed to have clasps?" he asks in frustration.

"This one is a sports one, so no." I lift that over my head too. "You're entirely too overdressed right now." My hands make quick work of his belt, pulling it away, then his button. His cargo pants slide down effortlessly and it's my turn to appreciate his form. He takes off his shirt and we fall onto our mattress on the floor.

"I'm not good at this," he says, becoming shy all of a sudden. I don't answer, pulling down his boxers. His dick springs forward, happy to be unrestrained. My hands wrap around it, jerking it in a way I've seen in old videos when I was an experimental teen.

"Fuck, Bexley," he groans. His hands dig into the mattress before quickly stopping me. "You might want to stop if we actually want to have sex. I'm not a horse."

"Oh really, could've fooled me," I reply. He helps me out of my underwear and we are both completely naked. We eye each other up and down. This is a moment we've both been waiting for.

He presses his body on top of mine, fumbling a few times to find his destination. Once he does, my nails immediately dig into his shoulder. It's uncomfortable but good at the same time. 10K works on finding a rhythm, settling on a moderate pace.

"Fuck," he keeps repeating. I can't make a sound as I've forgotten to breath. I make up for it by matching his movements before biting his shoulder.

"Shit, I'm going to-" My sentence cuts off. He thrusts deeply a few times after I come and I realize we've orgasmed close to the same time. 10K immediately wraps me into his embrace after pulling out, pulling our blanket over us.

"I love you, Bexley."

"I love you, Thomas."

–

The next morning, Dr Merch calls both of us into her lab. Since she's controlled by Murphy nowadays, I don't think anything of it.

That is, until she stabs a syringe into 10K's neck as soon as we walk in.

"What the absolute fuck!?"

She covers my mouth. "Do you and him want out of here?"

I nod and she releases me. My eyes widen. "You've figured out a way out of the mind control stuff. That's what you gave him, right?" I point towards 10K.

She nods. "The original vaccine." 10K comes to and she fills him in, as well as an escape plan. We pack up our room and head down to the vehicle. 10K sneaks past the zombie moat fast as they're back to wanting his brains. Once the truck bed is loaded, he heads upstairs to get Dr. Merch and I hang out near the truck.

There's the sound of glass breaking and 10K's body falls from the second story, landing in the truck. "Run, Bex!"

I take off, 10K catching up to me. There are three men of Murphy's chasing as well. We don't get a chance to catch up but I'm assuming Murphy figured it out. Damn that blue mutt.

I'm grabbed once we're in the forest, causing myself and the perpetrator to fall to the ground. I kick him in the chin. "Get off!"

We run again, this time coming to a bridge. There's a mass of zombies ahead and behind are even more men of Murphy's. I guess he's scared to lose his niece and free incubator.

"Bex," 10K says, pointing below. It's a long drop and probably an even deeper river. "We have to."

I close my eyes, wishing things were different in that moment. "I know. We've survived worse."

One of the men starts running towards us and 10K tosses me over. The air leaves my lungs.

Then I'm submerged.