10k's girl ➳ Z-Nation

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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I shot up on the couch. Y/n crawled over to my side. "10?" My eyes instantly went to her shirt. It was clean. I grabbed her shoulder and uncovered her collarbone quickly. I needed to make absolutely sure.

Her face lit up in embarrassment."T-Ten!" I sighed in relief, seeing no bite. "You're.. You're ok.. I thought you were.." She sighed and hugged me. "I'm here 10." I smiled letting out a scared laugh. She pulled back with a comforting smile. "Everything is ok." Wait.. Couch?

I looked down and saw I was on a light green couch with a blanket over me. Warren stood at the doorway to the cabin-like room. "How did I-"

Doc walked over. "Y/n here dragged you for a mile until she found a place and then radioed that Z guy to let us know the predicament." Cassandra limped in. "Yeah. We thought you were seriously hurt. With the way Y/n talked about it-"

Y/n glared at her, her cheeks still visibly red. "He was buried in rubble! You weren't here!" I smiled, causing Warren to smile along with everyone else. Doc noticed the potential in this and caused everyone to leave saying there was something they "needed to see".

Y/n looked to the side awkwardly since she was told she wasn't supposed to see. She sighed and stood up to go. I grabbed her wrist as she turned away. I couldn't help the puppy look I gave her. "Stay?" She frowned at my attempt and shook her head before smiling sadly at me. "How about you just rest ok? I'm just going to step outside for a minute. I need to get some air."  I let go, my eyes trailing to the floor. "Can I ask you one question?.."

She turned back to face me, giving me the eyebrow.  "If I was so close to death.. Why am I perfectly fine now?.."

Her eyes turned back to face the reader. "That's because the author is tired of them both being injured and wants to get into some cute romance soon."

Without another word she left me there confused as all hell.

I felt faint throbbing so I touched my head to feel.. A bandana?  I pulled it off and my eyes widened seeing as it was Evan's. The one she never took off her right wrist.

Y/n's Pov

I adjusted my mask as I got on the back balcony, which overlooked a beautiful pond. My eyes scanned the stars. I held my shoulder, where 10 said I was bitten. It was true, I was almost bit..

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"Te- Tommy!" I slid down the rubble to get him. The rubble had buried him.

I got on my hands and knees to dig him out. Almost halfway done, I noticehis head was bleeding badly. I wrapped Evan's bandana around it and began applying pressure.

"Come on.." I heard growling so my eyes shot up to see three Z's emerge from the wreck like it was nothing. I grabbed a rock and stormed towards them. I smashed the first one's head and threw the rock at the next Z.

On instinct I retch for my machete, but grew panicked when I noticed the mistake. The last one rushed me, shoving me to the ground. I held it by the shirt collar trying to keep it off. The Z that I threw the rock at crawled towards me. I kicked at it, but cried out as the Z I was holding shoved against my arms, pain jolted through my shoulders.

I continued to fight, kicking the second Z and pushing with all my might to hold this one off. The Z overpowered me and nipped at my collarbone, almost grazing me. I kicked it off and retch for the rock, hitting it. I hit it again and then smacked the incoming Z with the rock and crawled atop it and hit it hard, smashing its face in. I fell off, breathing heavy as I heard 10 speak. "Y/n.." I crawled over and quickly got back to what I was doing. It took me almost four hours to completly unbury him and half carry him to a shelter.

I immediately used the radio I had fixed to contact Citizen Z while tending to Tommy.

My normal stotic self was gone. I was bawling as I talked to my old friend over the device.

I feel to the floor and slumped back at Tomny's feet.

"Simon. I'm so scared. Thomas is seriously injured. I don't know if our makeshift doctor can help him now. What do I do? I feel so damn helpless."

"Y/n. For as long as I've known you, you've been strong. I've heard of many stories of you escaping impossible disasters. Hell, you're surviving the zombie apocalypse! You're strong because you are always fighting for something. In every battle you fought so you could go back home. So you could go back home to the love of your life.  Do you think Thomas will kick the bucket when he's fighting for you?"

"I... I don't know."    "Have faith in the kid. The only thing you can do is trust him."

"Thank you... Oh shit! I forgot about the group!! Can you track this signal and lead them?"