Perform For You - Z Nation/10k Fanfiction

Long Road Ahead

    "How much longer do we have until we can stop?" An older gentleman by the name of Doc called out to the woman behind the wheel of the truck that carried the group, wiping his brow of the beads of sweat from the sun beating down. The woman, known as Warren, glanced at the man from the rearview mirror, "Not much longer, Doc. Just want to get some miles under our belt before we do anything." Her response was calm, reassuring the man that they would stop soon. Doc's eyes went to the young male beside him, a sniper known only as Ten Thousand as he noted his dazed look toward his lap, "You alright, kid?" He knitted his brows together in concern. 10k lifted his head at the older man's words, "Yeah. Just thinking, I guess." He gave a half-hearted smile as Doc didn't buy it for a second, pursing his lips as he gave a hard stare like a Father would to their child that wasn't telling the whole truth. The sniper chuckled, "I'm fine, Doc. Promise." His voice was tinged with nerves, trying to drive the attention away from himself. Being a person of few words was 10k's specialty but he was unusually quiet lately, especially after losing Cassandra to the grip of Murphy's curse of a new power which made the 19-year-old hold a grudge against the blue man.

    Warren drove for another hour before announcing to the group their plan to stop, "There is a place up ahead that we'll stop.Maybe get supplies." Her eyes glanced at Murphy and Doc through the mirror, "Stay out of trouble." She warned. Doc saluted with two fingers as Murphy simply rolled his eyes within their sockets, knowing the woman didn't trust him much nor did anyone in the group. It originally wasn't his choice to be taken to California for his blood to be the possible "cure" to the zombie virus, but here he was being carted to the west coast by a bunch of misfit survivors. 10k glanced at the road ahead of them, believing he needed a break whenever they stopped just to stretch and keep himself occupied with something other than riding in the same vehicle as the very man he hated. It got to a point where it made him sick. In all honesty, you couldn't blame him for having so much hatred for Murphy after what he had done to the teen boy by taking his first love away. Would he ever admit that he loved Cassandra? Probably not.

 The building Warren seemed to be referring to soon appeared on the horizon as it looked like any other place in the apocalypse, run down and slightly unwelcoming but the group had no other choice if they wanted to stop. The truck came to a halt over gravel crunching under the tires, shutting off and the group dispersing shortly after. The male sniper got himself to the ground as he looked around, eyes scanning the area like a natural instinct before he joined Doc's side to where ever the old man was willing to go. Of course, curiosity was bound to kill the cat when Doc headed to a building with a poster saying 'Show Inside' accompanied by an arrow pointing toward the doorway. 10k was hesitant, not sure what they meant by show as that could have a lot of meanings now a day – most not being good ideals. Determined to not be separated from Doc though, he followed him inside anyway to a dimly lit room with a stage covered by dingy looking red velvet curtains as the teen narrowed his eyes a bit in suspicion.  His attention then fell on Doc, seeing the man was also a little suspicious while other patrons seemed to already have a seat and also appeared slightly intoxicated courtesy of the bar just next door, "I guess we can just stay and see. Can always leave if it's too trippy?" He offered 10k, the teen giving a hesitant nod, "Sure." His voice didn't sound the most confident.

    The two took a seat in the front row, the teen resting his rifle between his knees as he let out a slow breath as if making it any louder would trigger an unwelcome event. Doc patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, kid." He reassured him with a firm but brief shake, "Maybe something good will come of this."