Please don't hurt me / 10k fic

(10k's pov)

This horde wasn't too awful big, but would definitely swallow us up if we didn't get out of its way.

Warren had ordered us to get to higher ground while they stay down low to try and find food and water, hoping that the Z's would just pass and not want anything to do with them if they waited in a store.

"Come on mister zombie killer, could you go any slower?" Murphy sarcastically huffed out

"I mean I could but if I did we would probably get killed" I uttered back. I swear the only conversations I have with that dude are sarcastic

I quickly ascended up the ladder to the top of the ugly, salmon colored building, with Murphy right behind me. Lucky for us there were no Z's up here.

I pull out my sniper rifle and start aiming

"Five thousand seventy five" I mumble to myself. Like anyone actually cares if I make it to 10,000 or not.

"Hey 10k come check this out" Murphy chuckled out "it's a bag of goldfish"