"Come on." Mack exhaled, helping me get to the very back of the truck so I was leaning against the window of the vehicle.
Relaxation flooded my whole body as my shoulders leaned back against the cloudy window when I realized I made it. I lived through the whole 'jumping-out-of-a-fast-moving-vehicle' ordeal.
Besides the constant throbbing that went up and down my arms, I was in pure bliss.
"More puppies and kittens!" Warren shouted.
Why can't anyone relax for five minutes? That was two minutes at most. Sighing, I spread my eyelids open, and sure enough Zs were heading our way. The truck started to wiggle as passengers started to load up.
Where's 10K?
As I was about to say something about the missing person, Doc beat me to the topic of the sentence, "Wait! Here comes the kid!"
10K's voice made me relax once I heard it. Thank God. We need a sharp shooter like him. Over the side, I watched as Doc and Mack helped 10K carry the two jugs of gasoline. Mack flipped the two red containers over the side of the truck, letting them settle by the tailgate.
That's good, 10K. Speaking of the raven haired shooter, he jumped into the back, taking the seat to my left.
"What happened to you?" He questioned.
I could feel him looking at the newly made wounds.
"Murphy." I muttered with venom, leaning my head back against the window.
I'm safe with 10K. I feel safe with him. I guess it's because of the good aim he's got. The sudden jerk pushed me forward, but someone grabbed onto my shoulder, helping me keep the top part of my body against the window.
Mack. My eyes scanned the hand and followed it up to not my brother, but 10K himself. Once my eyes looked at the limb touching my own, he removed it. This is like the fifth time, but I closed my tired eyes for good.
Along the few minutes we were going down the dirt road, I heard silence until 10K spoke up.
"Excuse me, ma'am. You have a finger in your hair." 10K's voice was nervous as he spoke with the wind as background music for their conversation.
Who is he speaking to? Cassandra? Shrugging it off, I just allowed my body to calm down. The adrenaline seeped through the wounds, leaving my body for now. I hate adrenaline rush and what it can make the mind do at times.
Goodnight, Zombie Apocalypse.
* An Hour or So *
I stood up on the bed of the truck, placing my hands on the roof of the truck, but not applying pressure. 10K was by my side while the others were on the ground, looking at the fallen Liberty Bell.
Warren focused on the truck that was hauling the Bell while the others just talked about the 'jackass alive with a spray can'. A piercing noise came from my left side, forcing me to wince at the unexpected pitch.
"One-thousand, seventy-five."
10K reloaded his precious baby.
"A warning would have been beautiful." I muttered, knowing that he heard me clearly.
Nothing was said back.
"Everybody else, follow in the pickup. Stay close." Charlie ordered everyone, grabbing the back of Murphy's jacket.
Asshole. Murphy continued with the many rude comments, but Charlie ignored every word that slipped through his distasteful mouth. Instead of having Mack and Addy on the back with us, they got inside the backseat.
My eyes started to grow tired than before as we went around the city of PA. I had only gotten a thirty minute nap before I woke up. 10K and I took our seats again, just watching the buildings go by.
I turned to the left of me, looking at the red scarf that went around the boy's neck.
"Hey, can I, uh, borrow that?"
I pointed my finger towards the object I wanted, letting his dark orbs follow them down to where the question was surrounding. Hesitantly, he took the dirty cloth from around his neck and gifted it to me. My body scooted down from where my butt was and started to fold the scarf into a ball.
After about a good minute or so, I finally found a comfortable position and relaxing way to lay against the poorly folded scarf. Suddenly, the truck came to a very abrupt stop. My head went against the back of the truck, but something prevented it from adding pain.
I arched my neck back to look at the hand that was extended downwards on the crown part of my dome.
"Are you alright?" I asked, knowing my head had smashed his fingers.
I looked around our surroundings, not caring if he answered me, which he didn't. The Bell was off of the trailer and Warren's vehicle looked as if it had drifted to the left. Something must've happened with the tires.
The body of the truck looked fine along with the trailer. It must be something internally. Warren, Murphy, and Charlie were diagnosing the damages until they came back around from the open hood.
"Alright, everybody get into the truck," Charlie started to head back to us, "Lets go, Murphy."
Once everyone got situated back into our original vehicle, I snatched Mack's jacket but kept 10K's scarf. I wrapped the balled up scarf into the jacket, balling that clothing as well. I leaned back onto the 'pillow' I had designed, closing my eyes once more.
* An Hour Later *
"(Y/N)."
I ignored my brother's calling, keeping my eyes shut.
"(Y/N)."
Mack's hand was on my shoulder, shaking my body back and forth.
"Maybe she's dead. I'll take her food." Murphy's voice came next, then a skin-on-skin constant was made somewhere around me.
"(Your First and Middle Name) Thompson!" Mack shouted into my ear.
I groaned, not wanting to wake up from the best dream ever. I was at the beach enjoying myself as a child. My hand grabbed onto the 'pillow' and brought it to cover my face, taking away some fluff it had.
The musky wood scent it had, from the scarf, was stronger than Mack's natural scent. My God, 10K smells good in the apocalypse.
"Eat before Murphy takes it." Warren warned me.
Sighing, I released the scarf from over my face and slowly sat up.
"Jesus Christ." Murphy commented, staring straight at me, "Looks like the Zombie Apocalypse if it was a person."
I laughed sarcastically before taking the small Twinkie from Warren's offering hand from over the side of the truck.
"Enjoy. That's the last of the food." Warren informed us of the food shortage.
Well, what food now?
"God, I'm so hungry my guts are eating my little guts." I muttered, scooting my body upwards onto the open tailgate.
I sat in between the brunette who was a relative and the boy who loaned me his scarf.
"Are you going to eat that?" I heard Murphy ask someone.
The (E/C) orbs plugged into my head turned to see who he was speaking with. 10K.
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Don't Be Scared
Adventure"My heart dropped for a single moment before I remembered who I was and what I've done for the last three years. My name is (Y/N) Thompson, survivor of the zombie apocalypse since the beginning." ° ° • First rule, you can't be scared and don't show...
