MEANT TO BE MINE

10k (Thomas) ~Cure~

Author's Note: WARNING THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THIS ONESHOT! Also, I have some notes at the bottom in order- 'reader type',  tagging me, and story updates/life. That's all~
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"-(y/n) stay and help Doc." Warren spoke, you nodding in agreement.

Everyone moved out while you, Doc, and "Mouthy" Murfy sat in the truck. Doc pulled out a pack of cards and the Two of them began playing. You sat in the drivers seat, ready to step on the gas if needed.

A few zombies walked around the vehicle which ended up causing "moron" Murfy to freak out. After killing nearby zombies you turned to see Doc being pinned by one. You began to run over to him, bat ready to strike when the zombie was shot.

You stopped in your tracks for a moment before heading over to him, examining him.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." Doc said, letting out a sigh of relief.

Soon after the group was back together and a raven haired teen was spotted.

"You're the sharp shooter that saved my life. Need a ride, kid?"

Oh how Doc would regret that decision.

-Timeskip Into Future-

Everyone was sitting in a cafeteria, actually eating a full meal instead of eating a engery bar or sharing a can of peas. You and 10k, attached at the hip as usual, began glancing over the different foods.

You didn't care about the lack of meat, you were just glad you could have a meal. You say down and almost wined at how good the fruit taste.

It felt amazing to be in a safe area, although ex-crazy-cult followers were giving you a bad feeling.

-Small time skip-

Yep, they were bad shit crazy. Zombies were walking in every direction, biting anyone they could get their hands on. Quite a few had been shoved into a cage by the rest if the cult.

Your group was forced to sit on the ground while the priest talked nonsense. You and 10k moved around, but neither if you could get a good shot.

Suddenly, Charles jumped in front if him, a gun shot going off. He fell to the ground, gunshot. Your group began shooting the cult members, along with the zombies. You quickly made your way over.

"Warren, there's nothing we can do. He's gonna turn. " A voice said.

"No, he's going to make it." Warren cried, turning towards you. "Help him."

You pulled a pare of tweezers, thread, and a needle from your bag. You clamped down in the bullet, pulling it out. You tied the needle to the thread and began sewing the wound.

Your hands shook a bit, a wave of nausea overcoming your form. Suddenly, his eyes opened and he growled. 10k quickly shot him, his blood getting on your shirt and face. Warren let out a painful cry while you puked.

10k helped you up, everyone running to the vehicle. Doc started up the truck, speeding down the road. Your hands shook violently as 10k tried to wipe the blood off your hands, your arms shaking violently.