"Hey, you're that sharp shooter that saved my ass, aren't you?" The man with the white beard asked as he pulled up to a stop next to Ten.
Ten Thousand turned his mouth downward and gave you a meaningful look out of the corner of his eye, and you complied, moving to stand behind him, knife drawn.
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"Hey, do you need a ride?"
You froze, your eyes wide, that was unexpected. You voluntarily lowered your knife and watched Ten Thousand's physical response. He shrugged and hopped up into the cab of the truck, reaching down, he gripped your wast and helped you in too.
You kept your elbow rested against his left shoulder (as if he was the shorter one), as he reached around you and hit the roof twice, signalling the man to start moving. The truck continued to drive, and you found yourself looking up at Ten.
You brought your hand up to his stomach, and let it rest there. He looked at you, eyes clouded with deep thought. You smiled lightly and let your eyes fall down his features, hallow and handsome.
When you reached his lips (which were not even at your eye level) you let your head fall toward his chest. You tucked your nose into the crook of his neck, not sure of what was happening.
But it didn't matter, because you would have each other.
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And even now, Ten Thousand is still the most pure and beautiful 'thing' (and you use that word lightly) in this world.
You stop running and lean your shoulders against a tree, looking up at the branches above you and trying to level your breathing. Sooner rather than later, those damn Zombies are fast.
"Ten Thousand, we shouldn't have done that, we have to do something." You say, watching the boy as he paces frantically.
He stops and locks his fingers behind his head.
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"Well we can't go back." He says, whipping one of his tight fist hands out in front of him, like he's going to punch something.
"We just left the saviour of the human race to die out there, Ten Thousand, we can't just do nothing." You spit, pointing in the direction you previously came from.
