Don't Be Scared

S.1 E.4 ~ FMZ (Ch. 23)

"He smells like a damn Z."

The guy just ignored every single thing Warren had said, but about Murphy. Rude. An apology would be nice. Now, the gun was pointing at Murphy with a hostile aura vibrating off of him.

He doesn't want to get got like the rest of his squad. That's a natural reaction; we can't get mad at that. Warren and Charlie popped Murphy out of the way like a pimple so the soldier would no longer have sights on our little pimple.

Now, the exit for the bullet was facing either one of them.

"You don't smell so good yourself, septic tank." I heard Murphy mutter his insult.

You could see the absolute disgust from his face.

"You gonna help us or not?"

Warren placed both her hands on either hip and added more weight to one leg. Our woman is getting tired of his idiocy real quick. That's her 'I'm-about-to-be-fed-up' look; something you see very often during encounters with other humans or during Murphy's episodes.

"You want to see the General? You're gonna have to pay a tribute. Gesture of goodwill to show him you're serious."

Soldier Boy started to lower his weapon a bit more while thinking about all the treasures he could get from this 'raggedy-ass' group.

"What kind of tribute do you have in mind?"

Charlie crossed his buff arms over his slightly poked out chest, staring at the other soldier in front of him with a skeptical look. The whole atmosphere was tense. One wrong move and everyone could go down.

The man in the camouflage uniform gazed all of us once more, but I felt an itchy feeling on my body going down my neck. Turning my head forward, I saw he was staring at me with those shining, mischievous green eyes of his.

What the hell is his problem? For some reason, 10K stepped in front of me so the guy could no longer have an eye on me. Mack turned to look back at me, inching just a tad closer towards 10K, fully closing the guy's peeping eyes.

* Mack's P.O.V *

Asshole has another thing coming if he thinks he'll even get to look at my sister that way again. Before I could move closer towards (Y/N), 10K beat me. The raven-haired sharp shooter closed off the stranger's sight from my sister.

I inched a tad closer so absolutely nothing of (Y/N) could be seen. Fucking horny, apocalyptic monsters.

"Our medic has been MIA over a year. We need painkillers, antibiotics. Anything you got." Solider Boy spoke after Warren cleared her throat, making him focus back on them.

Charlie and Warren turned around to look at our only medic.

Doc rose his hands in the air, only to let them fall back down at his side, "I'll get my bag."

When 10K and I went to separate to make room for the retreating doctor, (Y/N) stayed behind me instead of 10K. Thank God. For a straight minute, I thought she'd go behind him. You're not losing your sister, Mack.

You're just being too clingy; she's fine. You're fine. As soon as this transaction is complete, Cassandra can feed her the Twinkie to help her gain some of her strength and then she'll return to being an annoying, pain-in-the-ass self.

Doc came back with the old, raggedy brown bag, "I got aspirin, tetracycline, cipro--that should knock out most of any infection--, and oxycotin."

"The oxy." Soldier Boy said with zero hesitation once the word left Doc's mouth.

"We need the painkillers." Doc refused, trying not to let him know that one of our people were wounded.

We need them for when (Y/N) starts to hurt.

"Do you want to see the General or not?"

"This is the last of our supply."

I readjusted the hold I had on my gun, preparing to fight for something that'll help; My sister may need this stuff. Doc turned around to face me with apologetic eyes, knowing I'd have to deal with her whining more than anyone.

The white-haired man turned back around, sighing as he did so, to hand the drug addict his pills.

"That'll do." After he said that, all four or five pills were already down in his stomach.

"Hey!"

Doc watched in disbelief since those pills could've been used for better purposes or be taken in better proportions. Damn right they could've been used better.

"The General will see you now."

The brunette turned around, pressing a red button on an intercom. This must be where he can contact the General if there is a problem outside.

"Why are you wasting my time?" A booming voice shouted from the speaker phone.

"General McCandles, sir, we have a National Guard unit and several civilians requesting to speak to you."

The guy almost sounded afraid of the General. Pussy.

"Is sweet Jesus with them?"

"No, sir.--"

The General cut him off once he heard the requested answer.

"Then, tell them to go to hell!"

"--I don't believe so." Soldier Boy finished his cut-off sentence.

"I've got a war to fight! Where's the closest air support I ordered? Tell the Admiral I need those subs in position by 0800. Bravo Company, hold your positions at all costs. Repeat, all costs."

Finally, the guy turned off the communication device once he felt that we had heard enough, "You heard the General."

Rushing towards the guy before he could react, Charlie pressed the red button while pushing Soldier Boy out of the way. Just in case he tried to touch Charlie, we all held our guns towards the stranger.

Warren had her gun cocked and ready to fire if he moved an inch. In the corner of my eye, I watched as (Y/N) leaned her head against 10K's back, but her gun was still in her hand. The index finger on her right hand was lifted up in a pointing gesture, close to the trigger.

Okay, Mack, she must be confused who's back that belongs to. She may not realize; she's sleepy. I mean, the girl did cuddle 10K's arm, thinking it was mine. Not thinking straight. She's fine. She's still your little sister.

"General McCandles, sir, we're on a mission of extreme importance by direct order from the president. It's imperative that we find air transport to Mount Wilson CDC lab--."

The General cut off Charlie just like Soldier Boy, "Sorry, I'm busy."

"--in California." Charlie sighed, finishing off his sentence.

"Where are my reinforcements?"

McCandles just totally forgot about the people that he was on the intercom with. Mentally, I groaned, getting tired of this wait. We're all running on fumes and it's going to be dark soon. I don't need (Y/N) and Addy unprotected out in the open like this.

"You heard the man."

The strung out soldier grabbed Charlie's shoulder and pushed our leader back in front of us. Because he did this, Warren dropped her guard for only a moment to catch the stumbling Charlie.

I wish she'd just pull that sweet trigger.

"I've got a good mind to make you barf up my oxy." Doc threatened.

Doc, actually, started to head in between Charlie and Warren.

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