Everyone stood, overlooking the sunset peeking through the skyscrapers of New York city and I sighed, looking at Tommy and noticing how he had the same wistful expression on his face. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I leaned on his side, wanting nothing more than to go back to our treehouse.
The African-American woman stood next to us and exclaimed, "Even after all this, it's still beautiful."
I nodded and looked behind to see the redhead filming us with a Go Pro. She smiled and said, "Sorry, your silhouettes looked really nice against the sun, I'm Addison Carver by the way and this is Mack Thompson." She pointed at the blond-haired guy beside her.
"I'm Lyn." I shook both their hands and went back to the truck, not bothering to introduce the guy glued to my side. He was big enough to introduce himself.
Tommy and I were both in the same car with the old hippie. He was standing at the bed of the truck with his rifle at hand and I sat next to him with my eyes closed. I didn't want to look because of Warren's crazy driving. They were ramming through the zs standing in the middle of the road and the sight just didn't sit too well with me.
Our car slowed down to a stop and I looked at Tommy who jumped off the truck, his hand stretched out for me to take. "What happened?"
"Not sure, but I think something's wrong with their tire or maybe it's out of gas?"
I got off the truck with his help and looked at the road we just came from, seeing three motorcyclists slow down and scrutinizing us.
"Just keep moving and you won't have to die today." I threatened, stepping in front of Tommy and glaring at them. A hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me back. They left and I heard Tommy let out a sigh. "Lyn, please stop picking fights with dangerous looking people."
I gave him an innocent look and a sweet smile, looking over at the rest of the people who tried to fix the car. One of them popped the tire off to reveal a mangled z was stuck inside. It triped to jump out and take a bite out of the closest person to it, but it's intestines were tightly wrapped around the wheel. Yuck.
"Kill it, kill it!" Murphy screamed, so I obliged. A knife protruded out of the dead dead z.
"Hey, you're pretty good with that. My name's Roberta Warren and I still haven't thanked you for helping Garnett back there." I shook her hand, happy that I now knew most of the names in this ragtag group.
"The name's Lyn and thank you again for taking us to the next city." I said.
"Hey, shouldn't you be thanking me instead? I'm the one who asked you guys to come." The old hippie said from behind me.
"I think the amount of jerky you ate should be a sufficient enough payment, don't you think so Hershel Greene?"
The hippie laughed as we all piled into the other vehicle. "Hey, I loved that show. Kind of sucks that we're living in their shoes now. Anyway, the name's Steven Doc Beck, but everyone just calls me Doc."
I nodded at him and shook his hand.
"Have you met the rest of them already? That's Addy, Mack and this here is our newest addition. Cassandra. We found this one stuck in a cage." Doc's arm went around Cassandra's shoulder, but she just stiffened and brushed him off, walking back to the truck.
Doc looked towards Tommy and asked, "How about you kid, what's your name?"
"Ten Thousand," Tommy said.
I looked at him, confused. Maybe I didn't hear him right. Doc laughed beside me. "Kid, that's a number, not a name."
"It's my name, made it up myself." Tommy said, sounding a tad bit annoyed.
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