Don't Be Scared

S.1 E.13 ~ Doctor of the Dead (Ch. 95)

We have three bullets and how many Zs in total to kill? Too many. Warren groaned to herself before rolling down the window a couple of inches. From my seat, I could view tips of dead fingers moving around, rotting digits wiggling around to grab a piece of Warren's hair.

Before they could even touch her hair, though, she always moved away.

"Murphy!" She called out.

I looked out the clear view of the windshield to see Murphy, still handcuffed as he faced us, at the entrance of the lab. His eyes never moved from us. Prick! I fell down to my butt, curling my fingers through my oily hair.

We're going to die, because Murphy is a huge prick that only enjoys watching us get in trouble while he can do whatever the Hell he wants to!

"Hey."

10K got in front of me so my sight could no longer be looking out the window, but instead in his eyes.

"Rule one."

Rule one? Think, think.

"Don't be scared."

"Rule two."

"Don't close my eyes when shooting."

"Rule three."

"I can't save everybody."

"You need to breathe and repeat them, understand?"

10K moved to get beside me, our knees barely touching, as he gracefully balanced on one knee. The sliding door behind the passenger's seat slid open. Zs can't open doors; or shouldn't be able to. My hand slammed on top of whatever was closest to me, trying my best to suppress the scream.

I wasn't being hurt, but the anticipation was enough to hurt my heart. The palm of my hand slammed on top of 10K's knee, but he didn't make a sound when I hit it. I looked down at what I did to link us together, then back up at him.

Surprisingly, we were copying each other's movements. 

"How do you know?" Warren questioned Murphy without him having to order us around. 

10K's eyes weren't dark, but lighter even though there was no sunlight coming from a window since the closest one was up front. They were naturally light brown with specs of without the white rays of the sun beading down on them.

Hints of envious green could be seen, but barely any oceanic blue. 

"I don't." 

"I'll take it." I spoke up from the back, not even letting my logical side take over before breaking eye contact with the second most logical thinker in this vehicle.

I released 10K from my iron grip and carefully stepped over Cassandra. Murphy turned around so his back would be facing me once my feet had touch the dark colored road. I slammed my chest against his wide back, hooking my arms around his torso so my fingers could ball up his shirt into my fists.

If I go down, I'm taking his lying, playing ass with me.

"If I get bit, I'll haunt your ass." I promised him, keeping my eyes closed as I buried my head into his spine.

If I even see another glimpse of the undead snapping at me, I don't think I'd be able to walk on my own. 

"I've got you." Murphy promised in a whispered.

Very unlike him. What if he loses control over whatever he's doing?

"Group hug." He ordered louder for the people in the back.