Don't Be Scared

S2 E3 : 🛑 ZR 🛑 (Ch. 157)

"Hey, stop staring at her." I mumbled, grabbing the slit of his dark colored vest.

When my voice broke through his eardrums and processed through his brain, his eyes were looking down at me. I could yet read his emotions, but I knew that he felt pity for the young woman behind us.

I knew he didn't want her to die--he doesn't really want anyone to die.

"I wonder how far away we are from the others." I spoke of a random subject as I tried to make conversation between him and I, only so his focus would be on me.

Yet, it kind of makes me curious as to why he was staring at that girl so intently after her murder. I don't think he knew her, or at least, they never spoke as if they knew each other in front of me.

"Not too far." He mumbled back.

When he assumed the conversation was over with, he turned his eyes back onto the recently decease. Look at it like this, 10K: let's be content with the fact her face wasn't chewed off, and her head be eaten, by those mutant zombies.

Her death was short and sweet; not sweet like candy but as sweet as it's going to get for her and for me and you. Not a lot of people have that kind of luck--being shot in the head rather than turning into a monster.

"Come on, let's get out of our cage for a bit."

Maybe if I get him a little ways from the corpse, he'll stop focusing so hard on it. Obeying my suggestion, we hopped over the shielded side and onto the little space the trailer had to offer since it had a whole eagle's nest in the middle.

Once we were off of our perch, he was the first one to hop down from the flooring of the trailer. He turned back around and extended his arms outward for me.

"Why thank you, kind gentleman." I joked with a cheesy grin across my lips, leaning forward. I placed my hands on top of his shoulders while his much larger ones grabbed the dent of my waist, that was referred to as a 'curve'.

Quiet from my recent sentence, he lifted me up from the floor and helped place me down onto the ground. When I looked up at him, his ocean blue eyes were not even close to looking at me.

No, far from me, actually.

I followed his line of sight as they watched the men, that belonged to Sam's community, wrap up the young woman in a white sheet and tied the ropes together.

It reminded me of the Plague; there would be so many dead patients that they had no choice but to wrap the dead in the sheets they died in and burn their corpses. If you were lucky, the hospital would let you be buried.

Many weren't so lucky. Taking the initiative for once, I grabbed his long arms and spun us around so his back was to the scene going on behind us. Moving my hands over to the slits, I could still feel his fingers pressed against my rib cage.

"Come on, let's go talk to Warren."

I nudged my head towards the talkative woman, who kept her mouth running with Vasquez in front of her. He was the perfect listener, who could put his opinion in when needed. Not when wanting to.

"What happened back there?" I asked, letting go of 10K once I had him beside me and in front of Warren.

10K would never walk off when she spoke, or focus his attention somewhere else when she was speaking to him.

"Those thieves took Sam's car, and the whole water supply."

"Warren," I almost looked like a goof with the expression plastered on my face, "there are more than one vehicle; two big and the Charger. I know it h--."

"No, (Y/N). That one, single car held every last drop of water they had." She interrupted me with the complete fact.

My eyebrows rose in judgment and scrunched up in confusion, "Why leave all that in one car? Anything can happened!"

I think that's the dumbest thing I've heard all day, and I've listened to Murphy and Doc talk while intoxicated on some kind of drug. We all looked out into the grave being dug for the recently murdered as Warren thought of reasons.

"The man ain't right, but I don't want (Y/N) out here on foot with those things out there." Warren shook her head at the idea of me being stranded on this road with Blasters charging at our backs.

We'd never know when they came, but we'd know when they left. I didn't like the idea of having to walk towards California, but I'm not some child. I know how to run and hide, because there is no killing these things without some kind of advantage point.

"So we borrow a car." Warren nodded her head at her own words as an idea began to form from that brilliant mind of hers.

Sam may just go downhill once he sees Wrecking Ball, the person that was suppose to be guarding the water and staying behind the semi. Well, that is if Wrecking is still alive.

"My bounty's back there."

I could practically see the alpha vibes vibrating off of Vasquez's tall form as he stared down at the woman he was suppose to be obeying and following, not ordering and barking at. Here we go, an alpha stare-down.

"Your bounty?" Warren questioned his words as if she wanted him to elaborate on how he meant to say that instead of the way she was currently taking it as.

A rumble of a large engine made the two snap out of their mental, mini battle as we all focused our attention towards the hill. The second truck of the community, that held all the sick, was rolling down the hill.

I could instantly make out the bright red hair that belonged to our Addison Carver through the windshield of the truck

She made it. I took a sigh of relief as the vehicle made it's final stop behind our semi-truck.

|| She wasn't for everyone, but she was for him ||