Don't Be Scared

S2 E1 : 🔹 The Murphy 🔹 (Ch. 122)

It was just another way to offer our trust to the other; trust was rare to find nowadays, especially when meeting new people. You can no longer jump in a stranger's vehicle to go back home, but even before the apocalypse, it was a wild card.

That plan is a lot more dangerous now, though. The little action she done gave me a silent promise that she'd return to us, safe and sound. I'd always give her my trust. Just like I'd always follow her; even if it's to the end of the world. 

"If you're not back in forty-eight hours, Doc and I will find Murphy. 10K will stay behind and hunt you down."

10K was alone before all of this, so he had to have developed some kind of hunting skills in the woods or even in the cities. To find food and to hunt food, his tracking skills had to improved over the years. 

He was alone for only God knows how long in a world fought between zombies, humans, and animals. My skills are weak in such departments and I doubt Doc is up for the challenge. Back at Camp Blue Sky, I wasn't on the hunting squad.

I was in the leading squad with Charlie and Warren. I shadowed them until they told me it was too dangerous to do certain tasks. 
I think they only let me hang around them to give Mack a breather.

"Deal."

I copied her past actions once she confirmed my Plan B, tapping the spot of the scarf that covered my nose with my dirty index finger. She smiled down at me with a proud grin being modeled on the plump lips of hers. She waited for me to turn around first before going in her own direction.

She was heading towards the unknown, and I wasn't so sure of her return but I had to put my faith in her. I walked back down the hill towards the old man and teenager, who sat awaiting for whoever or whatever to come by. 

My smile faded with each step I took away from Warren. Once I got back to the men, I claimed a seat in front of 10K's slumped form. I crossed one leg over the other while I looked up at Doc's weakening structure.

His breathing was shallow as creek water on a hot day and his skin seemed paler than his white hair. Yet, no sweat was beading down the ghost skin to alert me of an infection. So, that marks infection off of our list of 'Shit-To-Worry-About'.

Just the occasional, random bleeding the wound would do was worrisome. He gave himself a break from holding the makeshift bandage, letting the damp rag rest on the dying grass below us. 

Doc's blue orbs were closed so he could gather all the strength in him he had left. An ugly brown stained the fabric of his sleeveless, button up shirt that he left open from when I checked on the damage. 

The white shirt beneath the button up exposed the more prominent brown stain against the cloth. Once I confirmed he was still alive and somewhat breathing, I scooted to the left side of 10K.

I kept my legs crossed over the other, looking beside me to the radio that he had clipped to his belt loop. We had found batteries at the first store we had entered, but not the time it took to play around with wireless transmission.

"Can I see the radio, 10K?" I asked politely instead of just touching his body without consent. 

Our eyes met once the question came through his ears, but neither of our lips moved while he handed over the black communication. He slid the bulky device into my awaiting hands before turning his head away.

Not caring if he was comfortable with my actions, I leaned my head against his exposed shoulder. No consent was given this time, but let's be honest, as soon as I made a move of leaning, he would've scooted closer to Doc.