Imagine: You joined Operation Bite Mark about 3 months ago. You were hiding in the basement of a rundown factory when Addy and Cassandra found you. You had to be honest though, this group had grown on you. With Warren's motherly instincts, Doc's sarcastic side comments, 10 Thousand's snarky but subtle additions, and even Murphy's vulgar statements. They all made you happy and feel needed in this terrible world. So it definitely wasn't a surprise to anyone, including Garnett, when you adopted a soft spot for 10k. Who wouldn't? Bad ass sniper rifle shooter, with a pair of big puppy dog eyes and a dark sense of humour, he was you but manlier. Tough part is, you were what, 12 or 13 when the world 'ended'. 4 years later you're a 17 year old with less male interactions than that fracking arm chair across the room. So how would you know how to cover up your obvious attraction to this apocalyptic hottie? You wouldn't and you don't. So, here's what happens...
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"Damn, look at that sky." Mack says, peering upwards through one of the many windows. All 9 of you are in the waiting room of a clinic. Not that its services are of much use to anyone now though.
You take a few steps and stand beside Mack, seeing for yourself the big dark cloud that has covered the sky in its cloak. The wind has also picked up, you note, as you lower your line of vision to the swaying trees on the ground.
"What's the call, Chief?" Doc asks, lifting his shoulder off of the empty doorframe and completing the circle you have all simultaneously created.
"Alright," Garnett starts, but is cut off by a crashing sound, it comes from the front entrance and echoes through the small, glassed in area.
"Plan B, scatter!" Warren declares, unsheathing her large knife/sword and brandishing it.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Murphy cries, jumping off of a spinning chair and galloping out of sight, further into the labyrinth like halls.
"Dammit, Murphy!" 10k springs off of the arm chair, out of his menacing crouch, and follows Murphy.
You wait a few seconds, with Addy by your side, raising your pistol at the ready, armed and prepared for whatever is about to show itself.
The first Zombie to stumble around the corner is taken down by Garnett, he shoves the handle of a sterilizing mop through it's temple and pushes it to the ground. Motioning for the two of you to leave, he grabs Warren's wrist and tugs her behind the receptionist's desk.
"Alright, let's go Y/N/N!" Addy shouts over the groans.
Then the two of you are twisting yourselves through the massive crowd of Zombies that is piling into the, once, safe house. You catch sight of the top of Mack's hat, he's shutting a stairwell door, separating himself from the impending danger. You groan and shove another mindless walker out of your way. What is fear anymore?
When you finally make it out, you and Addy are both covered in sweat and brown blood.
"Oh, hell no!" You raise your chin up to the direction Addy is screaming at, just on the horizon is a cloud, of dust and probably decaying skin. Zunami. "Shit!" She curses, stomping her foot in frustration.
You look around, they're coming quickly. You spot a rusting metal ladder that is attached to the building next to the clinic. "Hey, let's go, Hot Head!" You call back to Addy, already making your way to salvation.
You climb the ladder quickly, and pull Addy up after you just as the Zombies reach the ground you had just been standing on. No such thing as safe anymore though.
