There's A Time For Everything

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"HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" You screeched as the traffickers who had killed, maimed, and kidnapped your group drove away. They had left you for dead, beaten till you were bloody and tied to a tree. You knew there was a small horde in the area, and that you were running out of time before the Z's would get there. You called for help until you lost your voice, and the Z's were closing in. You saw their limbs moving as if they had been numb, their flesh bloody and rotten, and a hungry look in their eyes, all desperately trying to get to you. With a look of resignation, you gave into your fate, your trusty recurve bow and a sheath of arrows jut out of your reach. Just as the first z reached you, his bloody hands reaching for you, you began to black out to the sound of gun fire. As you began to get tunnel vision the last thing you saw was a boy with bright green eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked. But the exhaustion and fear takes over and you pass out in his arms. You awoke to find yourself in the bed of a truck, with bandages on your wounds and your bow by your side. You try to sit up but the boy with the green eyes settles you back down. "Be careful, you're still pretty beat up." He said. You noticed his messy black hair, his bright green eyes, and his lean, muscular build. He was very attractive even for the apocalypse. "Where am I? What happened?" You said.  He introduced himself as 10k and explained how he had stumbled on you tied to tree surrounded by Z's. "Thank you, 10k for saving my life. I don't know how to repay you. I'm Y/N, by the way." You said with a grateful smile. "Well, Y/N, Icouldn't just stand there and watch you get eaten now could I?" He replied with a goofy grin.  "I guess not." You said with a little laugh. The others in the group introduced themselves too. The leader, Roberta Warren, was the strong mid 40's African American woman. The woman with shoulder length red hair and the menacing spiked baseball bat introduced herself as Addy. And the older man with white hair and a joint in his hand was Doc. The blueish gray guy was called Murphy 10k explained.  You thanked them all, you were so grateful. When Warren asked you to be a part of their group, you accepted the offer graciously.  Flash forward to now, and 10k is your best friend. The group is like family, and you couldn't be happier. They explain Operation Bitemark to you and the objective of getting Murphy to Cali.  "We have to make a pit stop pretty soon, we're running outta gas." Warren says as she pulls the truck into a small town parking lot. "Doc and I will search the drug store for medical supplies and anything else we can find." Says Addy as she starts toward the local drug store, Doc right behind her. "Y/N and I will go look through the sporting goods store!" 10k eagerly says as he grabs his rifle. "Alright, just stay close. Anything happens head West  to the next city over." Says Warren. You grab your recurve and your sheath of arrows, and head to the Sporting goods store."Dibs on any candy we find!" 10k says as he grabs your hand and breaks into an eager sprint. "What?! You got all the candy LAST time!" You say with mock anger. He flashes you that playful grin that makes your tummy flutter, and opens the doors to the shop. "Here Zombie, Zombie." He calls. Just as a Z rounds the corner, you send a broad head arrow directly through its brain. "Hey, nice shot!" Says 10k as he bangs on the door to attract any other zombies in the store. Just as you retrieve your arrow from the fall z from earlier, a z runs at 10k from behind. "DUCK!" You shout. He Ducks just in time as the arrow flies and meets its direct target, the Z's forehead. "Thanks for having my back Y/N." 10k says with a little smile. "Like always." You reply as you affectionately ruffle his black messy hair. "Hey! I just combed that!" He says with playful indignation. "Last week maybe." You say as you search through the archery section. You search a little longer, filling a bag of supplies like matches, freeze dried food, some ammo, and a couple flashlights. Until you hear 10k calling your name. "Y/N! We have to go, there's a horde ripping through town!" He says as he grabs the last couple items off of the counter, and grabbing his sniper rifle. You ready your bow and make a dash for the exit, 10k trailing behind you, his rifle at the ready.  You both exit the doors into the street, firing billets and launching arrows at any Z's in your path. You arrive at the parking lot where the truck was with 10k, "Where's Warren?" You ask him. "I don't know, best not stick around though!" He replies as he knifes a z that gets a little too close for comfort. "We have to go!" He shouts as he takes your hand in his and breaks into a sprint towards the woods. This isn't good you think to yourself. Not good at all.

*NOTES: Hi! This is my first story on Wattpad. I'm Z nation TRASH And 10k is my favorite character. I hope you like this!*