Don't Be Scared

S2 E1 : 🔹 TM 🔹(Ch. 117)

• • Three hours later • •
• No one's P.O.V •

Roberta Warren was the first individual to blink her eyes open after the blast, wishing the sleep would brush off her tired eyes with the rapid movement. There is no time to rest in the apocalypse, even if you've just been close to being killed by an explosion.

Her dark orbs searched around her surrounds once she noticed how everything looked to be upside down. Her fingers twitched with life as soreness seeped into them from helping hold up her weight.

The grey seat belt that was tightly wrapped around her large bust and across her lap held her bounded to the cushioned seat. The roof of the stolen Tahoe was crushed due to the many rolls they had done once they took a sharp right into the tunnel 10K pointed out.

She recalled the sharp shooter telling her to turn into a nearby tunnel when the force of nuclear wind blasted them at the side. Then, everything went totally black for her. The back of her neck cramped with pain, especially when she turned to look at the passenger side.

10K had blood running down his nose, falling to his thinned lips. A bright purple and black bruise was forming on the side of his neck from where the seat belt had almost lacerated his skin.

'How long have we been out?' She questioned herself before shifting her arm out from under her body.

The limb reached out to hit his shoulder. The eyes of the once slumbering man shot open, widening with confusion and distraught as soon as he took in the area. Glass shreds were littered below his head, making him wonder how he's going to get out of the seat belt safely.

His eyes first focused on the fact he was upside down in a crashed vehicle. The next fact he embraced was the blood leaking from his nostril.

'I must've slammed my head on the dash.' 10K tried to recall any memories from the crash.

He remembers telling (Y/N) to sit down in an actual seat and buckle herself in. She finally obeyed him when he had demanded she do as he said. Regret sunk into the memory, but he, himself, was beginning to panic.

Not only for himself but for her. What if he hadn't noticed the missiles behind them? Would (Y/N) have been thrown out of the vehicle and seriously injured? Or worse? Doc had to have someone holding him down anyway.

Cassandra wanted him to promise to keep (Y/N) safe, so that's what he planned to do. If that meant having to become harsher and more demanding, then he was more than willing. As long as it kept her safe.

Cassandra may not be dead--or maybe she was dead now--, but that promise will be kept while he is still breathing. He recalls turning back around after he made sure the younger person was secure, and his eyes had immediately noticed the tunnel.

He looked outside of the broken windshield, noticing the bricks of the tunnel's inside. They made it at least. Once the force hit him on his side of the vehicle, he was out like a light being turned off by an angry mother.

10K forgot about the fact he was hanging upside down by only the strong seat belt strapped across his chest. He extended his hands above his head, placing them on the crushing glass below him.

He turned his head to look behind him, trying to find (Y/N) and see how much damage she had sustained during the wreck. Doc laid flat on the roof of their vehicle but seeing his back move up and down gave assurance he was still alive; probably not going to be doing well, though.

His eyes then focused on his main target: the (H/C)-haired girl was hanging upside down in her seat. Strands of the frizzed out hair was beginning to loosen from whatever style she once had it in.

Her chest lifted with an intake of oxygen and fell with a release of carbon, letting him know breathing was still a necessity for her body; letting him know she had survived. This time. His own breath fled him once he saw she sustained minor cuts on her face and bruises from the wreckage.

Baby cuts adorned her cheeks but not enough to raise eyebrows. A bruise was on her neck and he could see a large one on her kneecap, where the pants left them exposed. He knew he didn't like her wearing those pants for a reason.

'She's fine but not for long.' He sighed in relief, working to release himself from the restraints that protected his body from more damage than what was taken.

Warren was the first to break free from the rough material, then 10K followed her lead with the help of his knife. At the sound of the fallen sharp shooter, Doc began to stir awake with a groan. Pain was surging through his body like he had just been shot, again.

In the opposing shoulder with a bigger bullet than last time. Stuff muscles made him want to groan out in pain again, but the dryness of his throat prevented the complaint from erupting. The only thing Doc could remember was getting shot, and looking over the back seat to see the white muffin top of a nuclear explosion.

Glass from the side windows, maybe from the windshield as well, and whatever debris from the tunnel had flew through the exposed windows. The trash now laid under his arthritic body and even in his disheveled hair.

Sharp blades sunk their edges into his face, creating a small cut across his cheekbone, almost ruining that handsome face of his. Dried blood plastered on his cheeks informed anyone who saw that the wound must've been opened at least an hour ago.

The old man's bones cracked and popped with every movement as his muscles tensed when he began to lift himself up. He turned to look behind him, only creating a painful pop and forming knot.

(Y/N) had begin to wiggle around in her seat, hearing the familiar groans and grunts of her fellow comrades.

'Oh, Hell. Here we go.' Doc mentally complained, knowing the temper tantrum the young girl was about to gift all of them.

Warren was the first to exit the vehicle, taking in her close proximity. Substances fell from the sky outside of the man-made tunnel, debris flooded into the simple system. 10K followed behind his leader, popping his back with a satisfying 'POP!'.

The second youngest assisted Doc out of the vehicle, only to give him off to Warren with a simple nod.

"Watch the shoulder." Doc whined out, feeling pressure from one of the two go on top of the bleeding wound when he was being moved around like a rag doll.

"Holy shit!" A booming voice sounded off from the vehicle, making all of them shoot their heads over to one of the many exits.

"You just had to shout." Warren sighed in disappointment towards Doc, feeling a headache begin to form already.

She wasn't mad at (Y/N)'s outburst or the outbursts that were soon to come. No, she was mad at the fact they put themselves into another failed mission.

"What the actual hell?!"

(Y/N) began to grow restlessly as she tried to tug her seat belt off, but not a thing was happening to the tight material.

The details from the past began to shine light in her mind to ruin her even more than what was happening in this situation. Anxiety flooded into her veins like a tidal wave, no longer having any kind of sense of being quiet.

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