Thank God, we made it out alive. The truck rose and fell back against the dirt road as it converted to asphalt flooring. Knowing that we were finally safe and gained some distance made me realize I had something of 10K's.
Well, something else of 10K's.
"I, uh, grabbed this just in time." I spoke up, gaining his attention.
I released pressure of the weighted bag off of my shoulder, handing it over to the true owner. 10K silently took the brown satchel from my grasp, putting it back onto his shoulders.
I bet it holds something dear to him.
* Three Days Later *
"I read once that you could drink your own urine, but all I'm pissin' is dust." Doc admitted, turning back to face us when his zipper was zipped.
The truck gave out a couple of hours ago, leaving us to walk through the deserted town with the Sun baring down on us like it had never been out to shine before. There was absolutely nothing here; not even Zs.
At the moment, Warren was pressed up against the hood of an old, broken car that we tried to jump off an hour ago. Cassandra was sitting down somewhere on the sidewalk in a quiet trance, and 10K and I were in the middle of the road, minding our business.
Murphy was hopping around like a little bunny on nerds and Doc was coming back from trying to pee in a bottle. Gross. The male beside me was laying down in the middle of the yellow line while I was sitting next to him.
Our bodies were vertical from the other. My arms were leaned backwards, bent at the elbow to support my upper body while my legs were out stretched as well, soaking up the sun like a sponge.
"Water isn't gonna find you just sitting here." Murphy said, highly energized for a dying man.
What has gotten him so perked up lately?
"Why are you so freaking chipper?" I hissed, envious of the mood.
Relief flooded the palms of my hands as I removed them from the burning black asphalt they were once pressed up again. Ouch, ouch. In the corner of my eye, I watched as 10K shifted his head to look up at me.
Maybe it was just the heat talking, but I felt my cheeks begin to rise from the words he wasn't saying. He was looking up at Cassandra, right? Why do I even care if he was looking at me? I mentally huffed at my stupid thoughts.
What's going on here?
"I've been wondering that myself." Murphy answered my question without his usual sarcasm, "Maybe it's 'cause I conserve my precious bodily fluids."
After he finished his sentence, the ground beneath all of us started to rumble like a bunch of bulls were heading to the arena. What could that be now? Instinctively, my hand reached out for 10K's shirt.
My fingers curled up and laid flat on top of his toned stomach.
Not once did he shift to move away. Instead, he let out a breath of air as if he was tired of the drama, not me. He's exhausted and hot. Not hot-hot. Just burning up hot. Because, you know, it's hot out here.
"What is that? Is it an earthquake?" Cassandra asked after the rumbling had settled down.
I looked up ahead of us, seeing something I never thought was possible 'til now. I was left mute at the sight of the dust mixed with more than a handful of the undead. The only thing I could do was point down the road.
"More like zombie-quake."
"Goddamn guys, they just won't quit." Doc grumbled, huffing out how exhausted he was once he took notice of what I was pointing at and what Murphy was talking about.
Fun fact, I learned this pre-apocalypse, every time you breathe you let out water with the carbon dioxide. We could be using that damn water to continue being hydrated!
"I suggest we run for it." Murphy proposed, not waiting to practice what he preached.
After a minute of no one moving a muscle, Murphy clapped his hands together, "Come on, people. Pick it up."
Warren let out a moan, "I-We can't. Dehydrated."
"Come on. Keep movin'! Lets go!" Murphy encouraged us the best way he could.
Sighing, I lazily tilted my head to the right of me at the almost asleep boy. I guess when he's dehydrated, naps are more appealing. With a lot of self-motivation, my feet wobbled uncontrollable under my full weight.
Once I knew for sure I was steady, I bent down and grabbed 10K's limp wrist. I started to tug on it.
"Horde. Big. Up." I grumbled, losing motivation by the second.
Finally, after one more minute and three more tugs, 10K grumbled something inaudible and got up. I helped pick up his belongings while Doc assisted Cassandra from the sidewalk. One less person to worry about.
Mindlessly, I wrapped my arm around 10K's waist while he draped his arm around my shoulders. Together, we encouraged the other to continue walking and soon sped up to a jog. I had to do this for Mack back at Blue Sky Camp when his legs got cut up by thorns. It was a really bad, heavy bleeding kind of cuts too.
"Come on! Move!" Murphy shouted, finally getting Warren up.
The lacking we had allowed ourselves to do pressed the humongous horde closer. The front line of the horde was made up of newly made Zs, meaning they ran a lot faster than the later made Zs.
To our dismay. After about ten minutes of slow jogging, we finally made it to a building that looked stable, safe enough, and close to our previous location. The windows had been closed off by pieces of wood, and, thankfully, the door wasn't locked.
The only thing that wasn't safe was the small window designed on the door. It made it easier for Zs to see and smell us, but it also gave us an advantage; we could see where they're at. I let 10K stumble in before me since he was the weakest between us.
As soon as my form was inside, Doc was about to close the door when another voice interrupted the process. Ignoring that and everything else, I focused on getting 10K a chair to sit on. Before the small gesture could be done, I noticed his eyes closing and opening and his body slipping from against the wall.
Oh, no. Quickly, I made my way closer to him and slipped my arms under his armpits to press the palm of my hands to the wall his back was against. I cringed at the wet, cold feeling covering my wrists.
Ew!
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Don't Be Scared
Adventure"My heart dropped for a single moment before I remembered who I was and what I've done for the last three years. My name is (Y/N) Thompson, survivor of the zombie apocalypse since the beginning." ° ° • First rule, you can't be scared and don't show...
