Don't Leave- 10k - Z Nation -

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The group pulled over and a dark skinned girl announced that the larger truck was now out of gas. The truck, One & 10 were in now appeared to have a flat tire.

"Heads up, we got company," a guy that looked to be in his mid 20's with blonde hair announced.

All eyes looked down the road at two motorcycles heading their way. One watched one of the girls in the group her and 10 were with turn away from the people.

One-Shot turned back to the men on the bikes. One of the two eyed her up. She flipped him off and he smirked as he road along.

"That's right," The dark skin girl said as they slowed down. "Keep rolling and we all live to see another day." They sped off. One looked at the dark skinned girl who held her gun in one hand. She put it away as her and the guy with the beard set to work on the flat tire.

They soon found it wasn't flat, it just wasn't turning, so they got the wheel off, and when they pulled it away, there was a zombie stuck under the car.

"Well that explains the pull to the left," the guy with the beard said sarcastically.

"What are you waiting for? Kill it! Kill it!" The one who resembled a Z yelled turning away from the Z.

The group walked up the road a bit to look out at the city on the horizon. One stayed by 10k playing with the fox tail attached to her waist that he gave her.

"Even after all this, this is still beautiful," The dark skinned girl said shaking her head.

"Not much beauty left in the world," One-Shot stated dully looking out at the horizon. The city did look beautiful from where they were.

"Take a good look," The guy who One presumed was the leader said.

The red head held up a camera. "So long New York."

The group stayed silent for a moment, staring off at the city.

"See ya in the next life," The Z looking guy grumbled walking away.

~~~

The group eventually made their way to an old mall parking lot. Where they searched for gas. One-Shot stayed by 10k not trusting the group.

"So, what's your name, kid?" The guy with the beard asked looking over at the 10k as he stuffed something in his breast pocket. One looked over at him as he rummaged through the stuff. "Ten thousand," he responded. The guy laughed.

"That is not a name. That's a number." One-Shot glared at the guy with the beard because of his response.

"It's my name," 10 insisted. "Made it up myself."

"Why Ten Thousand?" He asked looking through a car.

"That's how many zombies I'm gonna kill." 10k responded not looking up from the car he was searching.

"How many you got so far?" The man asked sitting down leaning on the car he was just searching.

"1,055." 10 responded and the man gapped before recollecting himself.

"And your name?" He asked looking towards One-Shot.

"One-Shot, but you can call me One." She said pulling a water bottle out of a car and flipping it around trying to see if there was any water in it.

"One-Shot?" He asked and she nodded.

"I never miss." She said standing up and walking over to a different car that was closer to 10's.

"What's you name?" One asked looking at the man.

He sighed, "Doc." She nodded taking in what he was saying.