Z Nation Fan Fics / One Shots

10k //Make Up Sex//

[SMUT WARNING. IT LITERALLY SAYS SEX IN THE TITLE]

The truck stopped slowly, and you looked ahead to see a huge barricade in the middle of the road. "Alright, everybody out. We're hiking it from here" Warren said, grabbing her backpack from the centre console. "Oh great. Yeah, let's waste more energy" Murphy spat. Man, that guy always had a shit attitude. You looked at 10k sitting across from you and gave him a shrug. He rolled his eyes and hops out of the truck bed. Man. What's his problem? Lately he'd been acting so bitchy. You'd tried to confront him and get to the bottom of the issue, but he never opens up. Not like he's a shy guy or anything. You grab your bag and hop out the back of the truck, landing on the dirt road with a thump.

About halfway into the hike, Vasquez notices a fairly large herd of walkers a couple hundred metres ahead. He suggests that the group splits and moves around the edges of it to avoid attracting it. "Sounds good. Vasquez and I will go around the left. Addy, Murphy, and Doc you guys go around the right. (Y/N) and 10k, tag behind a bit incase something goes wrong. Then decide a way to go, I don't care which. Godspeed y'all." Warren commands, taking off towards the left. 10k looks obviously irritated by warrens commands, but chooses not to protest it. It wouldn't do anyone any good to start fighting right here right now. You put your knife back into its sheath and sit on a rock, shielding your eyes from the sun.

"Real cooker today, eh?" You speak, trying to fill the awkward silence with moaning in the distance. "Umhm" 10k answers briefly, not even looking up from his rifle. "Ok so are you going to tell my why you're being a little bitch or not" you spit, taken aback by the angry tone of your voice. "What's it matter? I'm pissed. Let me be" he says, in a slightly irritated tone. "Well having one person being a pissy pants off sets the whole fucking group. Now are you going to open up or am I going to have to threaten you?" You remarked, looking sternly at 10k. "Shit. Fine. It's just that I'm coming to the realization of how were nothing on this planet. Soon we'll be dead and forgotten, as will humanity. I'm fucking bummed out that I won't be able to see my old man again or go on dates or get to be a rebellious teenager. I'm just starting to realize shit and it's depressing." 10k states, looking you in the eye during the whole explanation. "Woah. Dude. That's... That's deep." You say shyly, rubbing the back of your neck with your palm. "Well, listen. You're here now, so might as well make the best of it. Ya know. Kill as many Zs as you can. Be a badass. And who says you can't go on dates? Maybe dinner and a movie isn't exactly realistic anymore, but what about a run and some fresh kill? I know I'd like that. You've just gotta make the best out of what you have" you express, allowing your retort to be a little more personal than you originally hoped. "Mm yeah. I guess." 10k comments, drawing in the ground with his knife. You hear a rustling in the bushes and spring up, gun cocked. 10k has a rock ready in his sling shot. Suddenly, dozens of Zs parade out of the bushes, taking you by surprise. You stumble backwards and fall on a rock. "(Y/N) COME ON WE'VE GOTTA GO" 10k yells, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. You stand up and shoot the closest ones, then turning around and start running with 10k.

You're running over rocks and bushes and ducking under branches for what seems like hours. Finally, you and 10k reach a small town with a couple houses and shops. "Quick, in here" 10k says panting and sweating profusely. He opens the door to a Victorian style home. He shuts in quickly and reinforced with door by putting a couch in front of it and tying it shut. You two run upstairs and go into what looked like the master bedroom. You look out the window to see only a few Zs following your path. You sigh and step away from the window, collapsing on the bed. You let out a breath and kick off your boots. 10k soon joins you on the bed, taking off his back pack and goggles. You look at each other and start giggling, then laughing. Here you two are, hating each other a couple hours ago, now trapped in a house together. "I'm gonna go check the other rooms for Zs" 10k states, picking up his sniper rifle. "Il look for food and supplies" you say, dragging yourself off of the comfortable bed. You stumble downstairs and find your way into the kitchen. With just your luck, the cabinets still have some cans in them. "10, what year is it?" You shout. "Umm like 3 Z. So about 2016" he responds. You look at the cans and see only a couple are wildly expired. Like 2010, give you food poisoning expired.