Don't Be Scared

S2 E3 : 🛑 ZR 🛑 (Ch. 156)

Something in the corner of my left (E/C) eye caught my attention quicker than a bird finding it's prey in the desert.

"Left side, small hill."

As soon as the direction and location slipped from my lips, 10K's weapon went off twice as bullets were sent flying to the victim. I turned to the side I had said and squatted down so I could see better.

With only the top part of my head poking from the side shield, I watched as he shot the kneecaps of the zombie first. Instead of using it's arms to crawl around, the undead moved like a child in a horror movie would as they chase their victim.

With the palm of it's hands and the feet of it's legs, it began to crab-walk towards us with blood drooling from it's hissing mouth. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that thing?

Even with the rig's large engine purring into the dusty air, I could still hear the gurgles from blood entering it's lungs and the moans of pain from the bullet wounds. What the hell are we dealing with now?

"Kill it." I mumbled, growing uncomfortable with the sight and the noises I was hearing.

I couldn't understand why he was hesitating to put the thing down; he never hesitates when it comes to zombies. A shot pierced through my eardrum before I watched the dead weight of the corpse fall to the ground for good.

No more crawling like the woman off of The Rings; no more terrorizing innocent folks who cross these lands. The spasms of muscles twitching were now completely ceased and no more ugly forehead to stare at.

"3,098." 10K muttered into our little space.

"In a half." I reminded him of the midget we had mercied before Mack passed away.

I don't think he killed another midget or half of a Z since then.

"You're a hell of a shot!" A new voice echoed into our space from behind us.

We located the voice to see the female with the red makeup covering the areas beside her eyes and under them. Her hair was braided back into a Viking style, which showed off the red paint more.

Her eyes scanned the sniper before they landed on my smaller form.

"He knows." I spoke for him since I knew for a fact he wasn't going to speak to a girl that was that pretty.

He never disagrees or agrees with compliments like that anyway. I sat back down on my knees, pushing my back against the front of the shield facing the back of the semi's cab. A new rumbling engine erupted from the side of us, not letting us have a moment's break.

I stood up this time, looking out the left side of the eagle's nest, watching as a motorcyclist began to come towards us.

Well, that's not too good.

Before I could make a comment about the various enemies we've been facing since joining Sam, 10K gently moved me out of his way with his eye already aiming into his scope, "Down, (Y/N)."

"Warren!" I called out for, noticing they had yet to make a move for cover or retaliation when I was turning around to shield myself.

As soon as she noticed them, the bandit took their moment of shock as an advantage to take fire on us. That's definitely not good. Warren made her way to the front of the semi, speaking with Sam while Vasquez had her back in the process.

When the motorcyclist got beside the bedding of the truck, I noticed another one coming from the right of us. Vasquez and 10K were both taking shots at them, but 10K was the only one with a good enough height advantage to cause damage.