In a world that has gone to shit, Lana Simmons has survived on her own. It isn't until a certain group comes along that she finds happiness.
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In a zombie apocalypse, Lana Simmons survives alone until she meets 10k and his group of survivors. As th...
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(As you can figure out. Whoever is above is whose point of view it is for the chapter. Plus her outfit is at the top as well)
Previously
Garnett was dead. He took a bullet for Murphy. Warren had to mercy him after he turned with my gun. In the commotion, Lana had jumped in the back of the truck. Addy and Make drove ahead of us on a dirt bike while we drove behind them in the truck.
Doc was driving because Warren had been pretty shaken after Garnett died. So, 10k and I sat in the back. I was looking at the horizon when I felt his eyes on me. I looked over at him.
"Yes," I asked him, raising an eyebrow.
"You look very familiar. Have we met?"
I roll my eyes and hold out my hand for him to shake
"Lana Simmons. Nice to see you again, Tommy."
His eyes widened as he realized who he was talking to. The only reason why they knew each other was that on day one of the apocalypse, she was the one who found him. She had seen him passed out at the bottom of a hill with a cut on his forehead. He smiled at her as he realized that he had found a friend from the beginning. The truck made a [pop] sound, and we slowed down. As we stopped, Addy and Mack circled back around on the bike.
10k went underneath the truck to try and fix it while I checked the hood that was smoking.
"All right, Addy and I will scout up ahead. See if we can get some help," Mack says.
Doc insisted that we stick together, but Mack shook him off. They both got on the bike and left.
I smirked. "And they were never seen again." Murphy chuckles and slightly shoves my shoulder.
"I'm getting used to this one."
We discovered the problem was the radiator hose, so we dumped all our water and were on our way. Doc let 10k drive. That was a mistake. As soon as he stepped on the gas, I fell forward in the truck bed.
"Whoa!Whoa! Easy there, kid! Easy! Who taught you how to drive?"
"Ahhh...no one."
At this point, I had regained my footing while standing up.
"Are you fucking kidding me," I scream over the high winds?
It feels so good in the bed of the truck. The wind in my hair. Feels like freedom. Soon, we run into Sketchy and Skeezy to con men who like to get around. Sketchy soon mentions a bar, and Warren heads for the building. Murphy follows her.
I adjust the snipper rifle on my back and go to follow them. I'm stopped by 10k, grabbing my wrist to stop me. Turning around and looking at him, he had a look of worry on his face. As if he was asking me why I was going to follow them.
"Just in case. Plus, each group would have a badass to protect them. So I'll be fine." I smile, kiss him on the cheek, and then run after Murphy and Warren.
As I walk into the bar, I get a lot of glances from men. But if they tried anything, they'd be dead. So the rest walk in behind me. I go over to 10k.
"I told you I've got this."
"Actually, there's a shooting competition going on."
"So what's the prize, free booze or something?"
"First place prize is a 50 caliber M82 Barret." My mouth drops in shock.
"Win that gun, or I will."
"You should sign up."
That is precisely what I did. I got up ahead of 10k in line and signed up.
...
Sketchy yells that the competition is about to start. As we were walking, 10k looked at another girl in the contest.
"I'm Ten Thousand."
"Don't need to know your name to kick your ass"
I roll my eyes at her.
"Fucking bitch," I mumbled under my breath. We all line up and set up our guns to start the contest. 10k looked nervous. I place my hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, are you ok?"
"Ya, I'm just nervous."
"Don't be. You'll be fine." A small smile appears on his face, and he nods at her. Sketchy announces the rules and the prizes. The first round is 100 yards out.
*Time Skip*
There were four of us left in the competition. We switched to 500 yards. The girl asks why 10k has his name, and he responds that it's how many Zs he will kill. In the next round, Skeezy tells the guy next to me that he's out. It's the three of us left. In the end, 10k ends up winning the gun.
During the contest, Z's had gotten into the perimeter. 10k, the girl and I run, trying to avoid the zombies that come at us. One runs right around the corner right for 10k and me. I hit it with the butt of my rifle, and it then falls to the ground. While it's on the ground, 10k shoots it in the back of the head. We then see Britany's dad(the girl).
He was being chased by a Z as 10k killed it. In the end, he ended up giving her the gun that he won because she needed it more than us. He looks at her as she runs away with her dad.
"You did the right thing. Even though that should have been my gun." He chuckles.
"Hey," we both yell as we approach the truck. A Z grabs 10k and goes to bite his face, but he holds it back.
"Hold him steady, kid."
"I can't!"
Propping my rifle up on the car next to me, I aim and take the shot. As the Z falls to the ground, dead 10k looks at me in awe. "You got something on your face, sweetheart," I say to him, gesturing toward the blood on half his face. We then get in the truck and get out of there.
