Don't Be Scared

S2 E1 : 🔹 The Murphy 🔹 (Ch. 124)

My shoulders tensed as tight as they could when the voice was mentally labeled in my head. Stiffly, I craned my neck to the right of me, watching my brother shuffle around with a newly turned zombie. 

The guy must've turned a few days ago.

"10K!" I shouted, not understanding why he wasn't taking a shot.

I've seen at least three times he could've fired. Not saying Mack wouldn't have gotten hurt those three times, but I mean, we've all got to risk something.

"Not clear enough!" He explained, laying flat on his stomach with the sniper rifle in his hands and his eye focusing.

Shaking my head at the fact that he didn't want to risk any casualties on our side, I ran to the front of the RV. I stood in the middle of the grill, right below the men on the roof. I grabbed the handle of my knife from my back pocket and revealed the blade to the world.

Mack's familiar form danced with the undead in an unsteady and informal movement. His forearm was against the dead's throat, attempting to keep the chopping teeth away from his face.

If Mack relieves even the slightest pressure, it'll be his nose that goes first. The zombie continuously shot forward for a kiss, getting closer and closer each time. Addison kept circling the two, trying to find an open for herself.

I held the blade of my knife in the palm of my hand, staring down at it as I guessed my odds. I hoped all of the action movies I've watched in the past would help me out one more time. I closed my left eye, letting my aim set with my right pupil.

As soon as I saw glimpse of an opening, I took it without thinking twice. Once the small knife was released from my hand in a throw, the blade pierced through the shoulder of the unexpected zombie. 

When what was suppose to be pain erupted from it's shoulder, the undead threw my brother onto the ground, discontinuing the fashionable dance. The zombie's head immediately snapped towards it's new target. 

Oh, great. The handle of my knife stuck out of the top of it's shoulder like a thorn on an ugly flower. 

"(Y/N), run!" Mack ordered, getting up at the same time the Z began to rush towards me. 

Before Addison could touch it or Mack grab it's attention back to him, the Z was already away from their close proximity. Come on, 10K. You've got a damn shot, now take it! 

When the Z came within five feet of my body, it was down on the ground with a bullet piercing it's skin on the crown of it's head like an accessory. 10K reloaded the rifle as soon as his shot was fired and muttered the next number on his zombie count. 

When you say something out loud, you have a better chance of remembering it. My shoulders relaxed halfway with my sigh. Never doubted him for a minute. I focused my attention back onto the two that stood at the other end of the down zombie.

"We saw your signal!" Doc shouted from the top of the vehicle I positioned them in.

Mixed feelings bubbled back up into my throat at just the sight of my sibling and the red-haired woman. Hatred for the two felt more prominent than the sadness in my heart. They left me, not the other way around.

"(Y/N)." Mack spoke my name calmer than the last time he said it, taking a step forward in front of Addison.

My brother is back. My sibling is now standing in front of me. After weeks of wishing to see him, or go back to him, he is finally standing a few feet from in front of me and I don't know how to truly feel about it.

Tears definitely felt like blurring my vision, but I refused to cry in front of a person that betrayed me with such a cold heart. I walked closer to the Z and ripped the blade from the top of it's relaxed shoulder.

I carefully wiped the virus' blood on the dead's clothing before closing the blade into it's cover and placing it back into my pocket. Just the tone of his voice made me feel even angrier than I did a moment ago. 

I calmly stepped over the dead, careful not to disturb the now officially resting human. I walked closer to the couple with emotionless eyes. This is what they deserve; they don't deserve my smile, my tears, my pain expressions. 

Mack took another step forward with his arms out stretched for me to welcome him back into the group he helped start. Maybe I should hug him; I had wished for his return. Maybe I should just collapse in my brother's arms and thank God for his safe return. 

I now stood an arms length apart from him, staring into the dark colored orbs that resembled our father's. The beard he had been trying to get for months now layered his perfectly symmetrical face, making me feel a twinge of sadness, finally. 

When he was a teenager, that's all he ever talked about. And I wasn't there to make jokes about. Because he left me. As soon as he took one step closer, I reeled my arm all the way back and took one good swing into that furry jaw of his. 

My body twisted to the left of me with my fist. My knuckles popped as soon as knuckle bones met jaw bone. His head snapped to the left just like my whole body did.

"(Y/N)!" Addison and 10K shouted in sync once my actions registered in their brains.

I heard movement come from the RV,  but I ignored it. I straightened up my back from the punch I landed on my brother's face, slinging my fist around in the air as I made circles. Not only was anger a fuel to my fire, but now so was pain as it exploded from my hand. 

I stopped circling and lifted my knuckles to my face. My skin was busted across my sharp bones, blood now leaked from the fresh wound. I turned to the side, continue my slinging to try and get rid of the pain.

"Goddamn it!" I shouted, feeling heat rush to my cheeks as pain started to spread to my wrist.

Did I break it?

"Let me see." A steady voice spoke from behind me.

I twisted around to see 10K standing right there with his sniper rifle strapped to his back, ready for any kind of action should a enemy appear. I stopped swinging my right hand around, letting it collapse in his much large grasp. 

Crimson liquid freely ran down my wrist, in between my fingers, and some leaking onto the (S/C) color of my palm. My white bandages were now turning an ugly stain from the knuckle wound instead of the stitches they protected.

10K gently pinched my middle finger's tip in between his thumb and index finger, then began to wiggle the digit around. 

"Ouch!" I shouted again, feeling even more heat spread through my knuckles.

Did he really have to do that? I snatched my hand back from his hold, refusing to let him play doctor longer than he had. 

"You didn't break it." He confirmed, watching me nurse my hand against my chest.

"You sure as hell can throw a punch." The voice I sure as hell didn't want to hear spoke up from his silence. 

"And I'll do it again. What the fuck are you two doing around here?" I interrogated, crossing my arms over my chest as I turned to glare at the couple. 

Addison's hair was a in braid wrapped around her head with a couple strands already falling out since she had left Sisters of Mercy. She looked to be in a good, perfect health. Mack, on the other hand, looked rough around the edges, especially in his now busted lip. 

His beard was bushy with no taming allowed and he looked tired as if he was new to the apocalypse again. His whole style seemed to be aiming towards 'yeah, I live in the zombie apocalypse, again'.

He was dirty,  but no stench had yet to rise from his body. That mental health must be slowly draining, though. Serves him right for leaving me.

"I missed you too, sis."

I took a step closer to them, but 10K stretched his arm out to wrap around my chest and grip my shoulder with his left hand.

"'Sis'? You lost the privilege to call me that once you deserted me for a red-headed broad!"

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