The Crack-Shot and The Crackpot Doctor -A Doc X 10K Fanfic

*Unfinished*

     Doc chuckled as he followed in the truck behind Warren, who was plowing through--and over--zombies like nobodies business.  He heard a loud pop, almost like a gunshot, and noticed Warren slowing down.  Stopping the truck, he got out and took a look at his own smoking tire, 10K watching him closely without anyones knowledge.  

    "Looks like you got a flat." Warren acknowledged, kicking his tire.

     10K was watching as Doc fought off the zombies for Murphy. He thought all of it was pretty chivalrous, considering. The teenager had immediately run off and hid before anyone had seen him in an attempt to find the right moment to impress Doc. He watched Doc stab a crowbar through a Z's throat and up through his brain, and the only though that came to his mind was, 'Damn, that's hot.' 

     He then noticed a struggle between Doc and a Z and pulled out his slingshot. Setting it up with a rusty gear, he shot a hole through the Zombie's head, just like before, and grinned at Doc. "One thousand and fifty-nine." he counted, then shot another.

Doc grinned back at him after his last shot and raised his fist. "One thousand and sixty! Nice one, kid!" he added. He was really starting to like having this kid around. Then the suburban roared to life and jolted forward, Murphy in the drivers seat, which sent Doc running after him, flinging obscenities as he did.

10K then came running up, two jugs of gasoline in his hands. He ran up to Doc and smiled. "I found these." Doc grinned and put his hand to 10K's face, letting it linger there. "Kid, you're a God!" He then pulled his hand away, reluctantly that is, and took on of the jugs from him, putting it in the back of the truck to save for later. The other, they put in the vehicles.