Don't Be Scared

S2 E3 : 🛑 ZR 🛑 (Ch. 160)

"Twenty survivors from a nuclear attack bound for Edmonton, seven strangers join the caravan. Three vehicles need a driver, and the wagon master is suffering from radiation sickness." She spoke the riddle quickly like he had done to Wrecking Ball, when he found him high as a kite.

"Who drives the semi-truck?"

"That's an easy one."

Before either of us could think about his next move, Sam brought out his pistol from his hip holster. He extended his arm out and tucked the barrel of the gun against the bottom of my chin.

I could feel it shake within his grasp, but I only tilted my head back, only a little bit, so I wouldn't have to feel the circular metal against my now-warming skin. Well, fuck. What did I do to this guy to make me his new target?

"Nobody drives that rig but me, or anything can happen to the youngest passenger aboard."

I said nothing in retaliation, knowing my mouth would only get me in deeper water. Warren's eyes never moved from Sam's, knowing that could trigger him into pressing the only thing that held a bullet back.

He really has lost his damn mind. My eyes watched as Vasquez carefully came around the corner of the driver's side, but instead of hearing only one click of a weapon being released from their safety, I heard three.

I knew one was from Vasquez, who now aimed at the top of Sam's head. I looked downward at Warren, seeing she had taken Sam's moment of surprise from Vasquez's unexpected move to take aim down below his belt.

The next click I heard seemed to be coming from behind me. Maybe one of Sam's people taking a step up? No, Warren would've made a move on them.

Slowly, the unstable tyrant began to lower his weapon from underneath my face, my head following it until I could rest it comfortably back in it's original position.

"How about we drive that car?"

"Yeah, that'd work." Sam took a swallow of his own saliva as he looked down at me, "Careful, the brakes are touchy."

Suddenly, rocks were being thrown into the air and it felt like we were suppose to be looking at whatever had caused the minerals to do so. In front of us was the black Charger, moving away quickly from where Sam had once left it in park, running.

Murphy stuck his two fingers out of the window as a gesture of 'adios' while Cassandra was staring at us like a puppy from the back seat. Well, damn.

"Well, I did not see that move coming." Vasquez said out loud what we were all thinking.

We all watched in helplessness as the thing that Sam wanted most in the apocalypse drove off with the thing that we needed most in the apocalypse.

"Well, damn." Sam voiced my thoughts exactly.

I guess Sam doesn't have to worry about me driving the Charger anymore.

"Come on." Warren sighed out into the dusty air, "We need to get a move on."

We now had a new mission, find Murphy. Again. Surprisingly, Sam didn't disagree with letting us continue the journey with him and his crew. I guess when you have guns pointed at your head, body, and dick, you learn to be a little nicer.

When I turned around on my heel, I expected there to be a stranger with a nasty look plastered onto their face, but I was surprised to find 10K, slowly lowering his weapon from Sam's heart. So, he was the one flicking his safety off when Sam pointed his gun at me?

He must not be too embarrassed, or upset, with me, then.

"Come on, baby girl."

Warren nudged her head towards the cage again. 10K and I made eye contact for a complete three seconds before I was the first to break it. We're making progress, again.

After ten minutes of riding in complete silence, I heard Addy start to shout for Warren's assistance. Both, 10K and I, stood up and looked at the back of the cage. We could see Addy's bright, short hair swinging around as she looked for a way to save everyone.

Then, we could see the heads of the Blasters running straight for the vehicle as they gathered. Shit. They just won't tap out, will they?

"Here they come!" 10K shouted from beside me, already taking shots at whatever he could see through the scope.

"(Y/N)."

I looked up at him while he continued to aim and shoot at whatever he could to help Addy out.

"Go get Addy and I'll cover you."

Feeling actually privilege that he trusted me to do something so important, I didn't hesitated to move from behind him and jump over the side.

I moved beside the vehicle that was filled with members of the traveling community, keeping a hand somewhere on the vintage cars to make sure I didn't fall. I climbed over an old truck model, careful of the glass windows.

I didn't stop moving until I reached the end of the semi's trailer. I motioned for the medical wagon's driver to come closer to me, not knowing if he knew what was going on behind him.

"Careful!" 10K shouted over the engines in front and behind me.

Once I felt like I could make the jump, I went as far back as I was allowed before shooting forward. I placed one foot on top of the low gate, using the metal bar to push myself off. Carbon dioxide was forced from my lungs as my chest smacked on top of the hood.

I quickly grabbed the windshield wipers for balance as I stood up in front of the passenger side window. The last thing I need to do is cause the man to wreck this truck. I climbed onto the roof of his transportation, seeing the predicament Addy had gotten herself into.

Four, freshly made undead, that didn't seem too happy to come back alive, stood amongst the three Blasters, who were all in suits. Now, that's not the most odd thing to find in these hours, but the fact that an additional Blaster, who stood behind the crowd, was odd.

These things don't stop hunting once they find their prey, do they? The white, fancy attire Blaster stood behind his troops like a general, my black blade sticking from the corner of his neck like a sore.

I laid myself back down onto the roof top, holding my hand out to her as I spoke, trying to grab her attention from the predators.

"Vasquez will be happy to put a bullet through the head of the white suit."

"Agreed."

Addy jumped up to reach my hand, and together we lifted her body weight over the top of the roof. I tried my best to pull as much as I could while being conscious of the stitches still stuck in my wrists.

There was no time to stop and ask if she was alright since we had a miniature, but viscous, army right behind us. She was the first to jump down off of the roof and land on the hood of the moving truck.

She motioned for the driver to come with us as I hopped down beside her.

"Come on, come on!"

When Addy had successfully made it across, to the semi-truck, a loud thump sounded from above me, halting my movements to continue forward.

"(Y/N)!" Addy shouted for me to hurry while I heard a bullet bounce against the roof.

I only got a glance of the white suit before I ignored the threat and bounced to the semi-truck's gate. I landed in Addy's arms in a not-so graceful manner.

Once our balances were corrected and we were stable, we began to run beside the strapped down vehicles, we climbed on top of them as well. Easily, we could slide in between the ropes that bounded them to the trailer.

I could hear the snarls of hungry Blasters behind us, so I knew for a fact that he made the jump behind us. I could still hear the bullets being released from 10K, which eased my mind just a little.

"Come on, you guys!" Doc encouraged our safe return as he used the hood of the vintage black car to hide behind.

"Go, go! Run, kiddo!" Doc shouted at me, pushing against my back once I made it passed him.

Addy had stopped running to watch Doc's back, but I looked up to see 10K motioning me to get back inside with him.

|| A golden cage is still a cage ||