-your pov-
I walked down the abandoned highway. Looking. For what? I have no idea. But I knew I was looking for something. I took another step and heard a horn go off.
I looked behind me to see a blue truck slow down. There was one female and three males.
"Where you going little missy?" the male driver said.
I adjusted my floral skater dress. "No ideas. Just trying to live. How about yourselves?" I asked.
"A place with no z's." he smiled.
"What's with that eye patch kid?" one of the men from the back asked.
"Lost my eye pre z. Wasn't one for listening." I replied.
"Would you like to join us?" the female asked.
"No thank you. I like to be by myself. Less things to worry about." I smiled and wrapped myself in my jean jacket.
"Okay. Well. Don't get eaten."the driver waved.
"Will do sir." I waved back.
I adjusted my backpack and took out my handgun. I checked the clip.
"Damn. Only three bullets left." I sighed.
It started to get dark. I walked to the edge of the trees and climed. High enough to stay out of the reach of the z's, but low enoughthat if I fall i won't do any serious injuries.
I found a sturdy branch and got out a sleeping bag and rope from my bag. I got in the sleeping bag and tied the rope around me just to make sure I won't fall if I turn in my sleep.
I could hear groans and wales a little ways away. But I don't doubt they will find me.
I soon fell asleep.
--in the morning--
"Do you think she's dead?" I heard a voice ask.
I then felt someone poke my cheek.
"Hey!" I swatted.
I opened my eye to see people standing upside down.
"Nope. Not dead." a colored woman said with a sigh.
"She's kinda cute." and old man with graying hair and beard smiled at me.
"Cool! Another stoner!" I smiled.
I untied myself and let my stuff fall to the ground with a thunk and I hang from the tree branch.
"So who are you?" the same woman asked me.
I wrapped my sleeping bag up and put my rope in my bag.
"Im Y/N. And you?" I took out a small gym bag that was wrappednin bubble wrap.
"Well. Um.. Im Roberta Warren." the colored woman said. "This is Addy "
She pointed at a woman with red hair and two different earnings.
"You bet Doc. And Vasquez." she pointed at both men.
"Lastly. 10k."
I looker over my shoulder at the boy named 10k. He held a snipper rifle. Looks around my age.
"Hey. You guys want some?" I asked pulling out my bong and my grinder.
"What's that!?" Doc asked with glee.
"Some really good weed." I smiled.
"Count me in!" Doc smiled happily.
"No Doc. We need to keep moving." Warren said sternly.

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10k X reader (z nation) (Complete?)
Hayran KurguWhen the whole world goes to shit, what else do you have but friends, hope, and possibly love? A/N: I will NOT be following the show. I might here and there. But it will be a rare occurrence.