This is a Z Nation/10k fan fiction. The consistent pounding on the door suddenly stops with four whistling bullets. Finally.....Silence graves my presence for the first time in three days. A/N: The characters and most of the story line do NOT belong to me. Z Nation belongs to the SYFY channel. I am just writing a fan fiction. A/N: MY STORY, YOU STEAL IT, YOUR DEAD END OF STORY. IF YOU GET INSPIRED BY IT, THEN I'M FLATTERED, BUT WRITE IT DIFFERENT, ( like how I got the ideas from the shows, but tweaked it for Ash, see. It's possible to use others work for yours, but you don't have to steal it.)

❝𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙐𝙇 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙏 𝙎𝙊 𝙁𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙇𝙇.❞ --- ─ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 two teenagers find love in the midst of chaos --- [ season 1-5 ] [ DISCLAIMER; I do not own z nation, all credits go to the original creators. I only own the characters that aren't displayed in the show. [ thomas (10k) & female OC ] © 2020 lvstgrimes

A head laid on a chest. "Do you ever wonder what would have happened if the zombie apocalypse didn't happen?" A masculine voice asked. "We would have never met." A feminine one answered. "Then I'm glad it did." He leaned forward and kissed her.

NEWER VERSION (VERY SLOW UPDATES) Ah, the zombie apocalypse. The one thing that Naya wanted to happen more than anything else in this entire world... other than for Teen Titans to get a sequel. Why, you may ask, does she want this dreadful and horrible thing to happen to our beloved planet? Well, it's simple really. Because the human race is shit.

Nora Blake, also known as Nuka has been alone since the beginning of the apocalypse. She lives in New York and has a habit of setting things on fire and blowing thing up. She eventually joins a group of survivors transporting someone named Murphy to California. In that group is a boy she ends up falling for named 10k. I do not own Z Nation or any of its characters, I only own Nora.

❝You can't leave me with her! She's insane! Literally!❞ [ Z NATION - SEASON ONE ] [ 10K / OC ] [ m a t u r e c o n t e n t ]

This is my first ever fic, sorry if it sucks I hope someone likes it :)

Gears doesn't talk much. Seventeen year old girl in the zombie apocalypse, it makes sense. But what they don't know is that she has a few secrets up her sleeves. But when a group of survivors transporting a guy to California come into play, will things change? Will she spill her secrets to them?

There's a thousand ways to say I'm sorry and this is the story for each one of those apologies. In the apocalypse there's a girl that goes unnamed. She's a ghost, a vigilante, a killer, but all she wants is to keep her soul. A soul is worth many things, talent, love, but to our darker half it means hate and killing. This nameless girl and her fantasies of being free of hateful gazes never works. She becomes the Vigilantes of Philly in hopes that it would blot out the wound she was given. It never does though, year after year, torment after torment. The nameless girl fights for each useless cause until a group going west finds her. With them is the real ghost of her past. A boy, or should I say sniper they call 10k. She blames herself for the death of his father and wants nothing more than to avenge what they both lost. It all starts with her name though, the name is a reminder of all the things that happened and she will never forget. "Call me what you like, I have no name," she said. "Since you can't seem to walk straight on ice, I'll call you Trip," said Tom. That was the day Trip Richards became a human. That was the day she gained her soul and anyone who gets in her way, will perish by her hate or by 10k's rifle. It's up to you which way you go, just never ask for mercy from a girl who never received any. Link to artist for art above: https://pin.it/1k5Ul2c Let me know what you think... (sorry to other fandom... I really liked this art... I hope you can forgive me...)

Sage, a rebellious, brown haired and dark eyes, slim body, curved figure. She has a secretive side that no one can seem to break through, and everyone wants to figure out. 10k, or Tommy, a mysterious, black midnight haired and light green eyes, lean body, muscular and broad figure. He has a quiet side that everyone adores, and everyone wonders. -+-+- I continue forcing myself to walk, feeling eyes burn holes into my skull. I wrap my fingers around my bow, the coolness of the metal seemingly give me comfort and relaxation. I keep my hood low over my face, and make sure to hide away any non-necessary values. I walk through the woods, like usual, my body aching more and my throat drier than the worst drought. My legs throbbing painfully and let my knees drop alongside the water bank. I lean down and drop my barely conscious body into the water, letting it consume my very heart and soul. And that's how it all started...