Insecure ||10k/Z Nation Fanfiction|| [ON HOLD]

10 - Tommy?

+ S A G E ' S  P.O.V +

I was so.. Gone. I couldn't feel anything at this point. Doc came to me a few minutes ago, crouching down in front of me, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

He told me that everything had gone well, and it was remarkable at how they had everything they needed. But he said that the blood wouldn't stop, and they needed band aids and certain tools to get the bullet out before Tommy got better.

He say in front of me for 5 or so more minutes before he sighed and stood up. I, of course, stayed and couldn't bare to move again.

I finally sigh and stand up, my hood placed low on my head- hiding almost all of my face.

This is what I get for falling in love.

I hold my arrow tightly to me and confidently walk into the small clinic, Warren, Addy, and Cassandra following me with wide eyes.

I walk straight to Doc, completely avoiding sight of 10k. He double takes when he sees me, and I stare at him.

I hold out my hand flat, and speak sternly.

"I need a list of what you need to save 10k." My voice wobbles slightly, and he gapes a bit.

"Uhm, I'm not sure that's a good idea.."

"Did I ask if it was a good idea?" I growl.

"Uh- no-- sorry. I'll get a list for you.." And with that, he walks to find something to write with and on.

He hands me a list, a few moments later. I ignore 10k's body again, and spin on my heel. I begin to walk north.

"Sage?! What if you get lost?" Addy calls out to me.

"Then I will have to remember that 10k needs me." I reply calmly, before continuing to walk.

I keep walking, my weapons held tightly to me. I walk maybe 5 or 6 more miles up the road until I finally reach an old cabin hidden in the mass of woods. I wouldn't have found it if I didn't catch the sun shining on the glass of the broken window.

To be brutally honest, it was terrifying. I didn't want to go in there. But I just keep repeating; Do it for 10k. For 10k. For 10k. For 10k.

I try to open the door but it won't budge, so I turn and slam my shoulder into it, making it swing open violently- dust flying in every possible direction, including my face.

I cough harshly before re-entering, my knife in hand. I pike the first zombie I see, old and withered in a chair. I pike the one on the other chair as well. I close the door to the cabin and turn on a few small oil lanterns, which only cause enough light to see in dark parts.

I search the whole house, making sure everything is dead, before I walk back out, holding two duffle bags, and a backpack.

I stuff multiple blankets and pillows in one of the duffle bags and I put lots of food and water in the other. I sure hit the jackpot. I keep the backpack for the medical supplies I need and I make my way out.

I continue walking down the same way, maybe 8 more miles. I reach a local hospital, over-flowing with zombies. I sigh and look up, noticing that it's late in the night. Possibly 2 or 3 in the morning.

I hike the duffle bags on my shoulders and begin to kill the zombies, my eyes going red for a split second- and the next thing I know: all the zombies are dead. I walk inside and kill the necessary zombies.

I make my way down the what seems to be endless halls and rooms, gaining much more than I planned. Geez weren't people grateful these days?

I take everything I find, putting all the antibiotics I find and putting them in a giant zip lock bag for Doc. I continue to stick up on bandages, braces, anything I can find.

Once I'm finished, and I find all of the valued things (thank fucking God), I slowly make my way back down the road, having a 14 or 15 mile walk back to where the small town is.

While walking, I think. I run over all of the memories me and 10k shared, all of the great times. I remember the night at the hotel, when I slept comfortably engulfed in his arms. That was true bliss, and now all I can do is pray to God that he will make it through this. I know he can, he's my strong sniper boy.

Gosh he's changed me so much. They all have. Before I was apart of this group, I wouldn't have even had a second shot of leaving them to survive on their own, but I suppose being with people who trust you, and vise versa, can really change a persons nature.

After say 3 hours, I make it back to the group. Warren sees me first, yelling and sprinting to run into my chest, and burying me in a hug. I don't say anything, I just stand there, holding the bags.

"Thank god! We thought you were dead! It's nearly 6 in the morning!" She exclaims, hugging me once more before she shouts to the group.

"Hey Sage! How are you? Are you hurt? What took so long?" Addy pesters, approaching us as well as Murphy and Cassandra.

I silently hand the bags to Warren, and she opens them in front of us.

She opens the blanket and pillows first, gasping and smiling widely, before thanking me.

Then she opens the other one, shock written across everyone's face at all the food, water, and gas.

"Doc! Come here!" Warren shouts as she opens the two backpacks, which are filled with every medical thing I saw.

"I hope that's enough." I say in monotone, keeping my dead eyes locked onto Doc, who is covered in, probably 10k's, blood.

"Yeah yeah, that's plenty, kid. Come see 10k, he is woke up a while ago and asked for you. Kid tried to get up and look for you when I told him what happened." Doc says.

I simply shake my head, walking back to the wall I had been against and I slump back against it, staring blankly at the floor again.

+ T H I R D P E R S O N P.O.V +

Soon the girls start to murmur gossip again, tearing Sage down once more.

Soon Sage's head droops, hanging in between her arms as she sits emotionlessly.

She wasn't okay, and nothing would be okay until Tommy was back into her arms.