Don't Be Scared

S.1 E.11 ~ SoM (Ch. 65)

Doc and Warren went around the immediate area, searching for either humans or Zs. Once the tents were pitched into the ground and the sleeping bag unrolled onto the hard ground in front of the tents, we all stared at the creation we all touched to help make happen.

10K held the only lantern that Warren and Doc had left us while I held the only flashlight with working batteries.

"I'm not sleeping with Murphy." I stated before anyone could start pairing up, crossing my arms over my chest.

The way he's acting now? Not happening. There was a dark blue one, big enough for one adult and one kid, then there was a black one, big enough for one large adult.

Cassandra sighed, "I'm not either."

"Well, I ain't sleeping out in the open." Murphy scoffed, not letting anyone else decide the sleeping arrangements as he squirmed into one of the tents.

Jokes on him; he's too tall so his feet sticks out. Now that leaves one tent and one sleeping bag. How is this going to go?

"Cassandra, do you want the tent, or..?" I led off, not knowing if she wanted to sleep with 10K or not.

We could sleep together, but 10K may want a tent. He does work the second hardest when it comes to protecting this group. Can't lie to myself, I'll be sad if she chooses the tent with 10K.

"Sure."

Damn.

"She shouldn't be exposed or alone with those cuts, Cassandra." 10K spoke up from his usual quietness.

We both looked up at him, kind of confused at his words. My cuts are fine. They've been fine, except for a slight itch here and there.

"He's right. It'll make it easier to get up without making noise anyway." Cassandra muttered, making her way to her fated sleeping bag.

Awkward, huh? A slight uncomfortable cough slipped pass my cracked, dehydrated lips before I turned off the already weak flashlight. I quietly walked over to Cassandra's sleeping bag and placed the light source next to her head.

"It-It's not much, but you're exposed out here in the dark, too."

The young woman grunted in response, I guess, angry that I got the tent. With 10K right behind me, we made our way into the overly small tent. Why couldn't we have picked up a bigger one? Oh!

Right! It's the fucking apocalypse, and it loves to play games on us humans. Mack would be so angry if he figured out what happened tonight. Oh, shit. He'd rip my head off.

He already doesn't like 10K.

And for some reason, it kills me. Why should it, though? I think it's because 10K is becoming more part of this family every day. I want everyone to get along. I shuffled to the right side of the tent while 10K took the left.

My body scrunched up into a fetus position once laying down as I faced the side of the dark blue tent. 10K did the whole opposite of my cuddled up position; he stretched his legs into the open world.

Dangerous.

"When a Z chews off your ankle, I'm not killing you." I mumbled, lifting my body up with my left hand, the hand that was beneath the rest of my body weight.

I took off the scarf 10K has yet to take away, balling it up into a ball. I wonder if he wants it back now that he has to lay on a flat surface? It'll benefit him since it is his scarf.

"Do you, uh, want your scarf back?" I whispered, not wanting to wake up the rest of the team that was trying to catch some sleep.

I turned my head slightly to the right, so I could look at him in the corner of my eye. The dark-haired male shook his head, midnight strands moving right and left against his pale forehead. For someone who stays outside, he sure is pale.