10k's girl ➳ Z-Nation

Chapter Eighteen: Claustrophobic?

Y/n's Pov

I rolled my eyes as Murphy continued to be peppy. We were all in the middle of the road, well.. I was on the awning of a small store, the water had run out. I stared out into the distance. I kept catching 10k glance at me. "What's that rumbling?"  Someone mentioned an earthquake and I felt it as well. "More like a zombie-quake.."  We all looked over and saw a massive horde of Z's. I sighed and hopped down off my perch and ran up to catch up with Warren and Murphy.

I felt eyes on me, but didn't glance back, knowing who it was. My new sniper was slung over my shoulder, the other was getting rusty and I accidentally broke the trigger.. so I left it in the truck while we hid. We ran into some room, letting a man in. He was bruised and muddy, and had something to drink. I stared out the window as everyone continued to talk among themselves. The Z's got worse on the door and my eyes trailed back to my group. Murphy forced us into a Morgue.

I muttered under my breath. "Out of all places in a fucking Zombie apocalypse." A couple people chuckled. When the Z's got to our door, everyone told us to get in the meat lockers. I froze up seeing the tight space. I backed towards the door. Doc and 10k looked to me. I shook my head at Doc. He walked over to me. "It's ok sweetheart. We will make sure you get out." I shook my head. "I can't-tight-spaces-are-a-no-go." His eyes softened as everyone but us, 10k, Warren, and of course Murphy, were left.  

"You need to, it's safer." Warren looked at the open ones. "We only have a couple left." I gulped. "See? It's fate." Doc looked back at 10k. 10k stared at me, then looked at Doc nodding.  Doc sighed. "You are one of the best members we have, both you and 10k can get a locker each." I shook my head. "No. I am not doing it. I'm not getting in one!" Murphy walked over to me. "Y/n. They are almost through the door." His eyes softened. "Please Y/n."  

I sighed and glared at 10. "Fine." They helped me into one and 10k climbed in his after. I glared at the door. The second they closed me in, my breathing picked up and I realized how small the space was. I heard the guy beside us get eaten and I whimpered, clutching my arms. His screams louder than the groans of the Z's. "Y/n, Y/n. Listen to me. Shh.. It's going to be ok. Murphy will get us out very soon." I started shaking. My angry facade crashing down. "10.. I can't.." "You never call me that.." 

The screams died down, but the banging continued. I clutched tighter, my breathing still ridged. After about thirty minutes of being stuck in there, Murphy pulled us out. He smiled down at me. "Look who survived a meat locker." I rolled my eyes and climbed down off the metal platform.

My eyes were on the food and water that Murphy brought. I nodded to him. We all talked, well.. I didn't. I stared down at the food I was eating. My stomach feeling full suddenly, I held my mouth, running out.

Cassandra ran after me, she held my hair back as I threw up the content of my stomach. She handed me a washcloth and I wiped my mouth. I held my stomach and crouched down. "So much for a good meal.." She rubbed my back and looked back. "Doc, can you come here a minute?" He came out soon after.

A Z came up behind me and right before it could touch me, a metal gear went through its head. Everyone looked back at 10k but my eyes were closed in pain. I felt all eyes land back on me so I tensed up.

Warren came out looking down at me. "Is.. Everything all right?" I nodded but Doc shook his head no. "It might be from the quick change of diet." I stood up, turning around. Warren's eyes narrowed. "You don't look to good.. Your face is paler than normal-" She put her hand on my head and pulled away instantly. "-God Damn. You're hot.. And not in a good way." "I feel fin-"

Suddenly everything turned black.