10k X Reader (Book of Oneshots)

Stuck.

You're stuck, and as the bark of the tree you currently occupy digs into your back you think maybe that's an understatement.

There's snarling below you, rotting fingers grasping at your feet as you scramble further up.

There'd been another 'Zunami' as Citizen Z put it, only much smaller than the previous two and you had gotten caught in the edge of the mass.

Granted there aren't as many z's, but there's still a metric fuck tonne and you only have so many bullets, bullets you aren't about to waste on trying to make a dent in the hoard.

The only option you have is to wait, z's can't jump and eventually something will distract them, you just hope you don't run out of food by then.

You take a short nap at the two hour mark, having climbed far enough to put yourself well out of the reach of the undead. What startles you out of your light slumber is a gunshot from a few yards away, there were only a few z's left around the base of your tree and now there's one less.

Looking up you see a dark haired boy around your age about ten yards off firing shots into your little posse of walking dead people.

Once finished with said posse the boy makes his way toward you and you make the now much harder trek down the tree, when you had climbed it you hadn't quite thought about the process of getting down. In fact the last branch to the ground was quite high up.

Sniper boy squints up at you as you flail with all the grace of a new born giraffe and decides to take pity on you, grabbing you by the waist as you hang from the branch before lowering you to the ground.

"Thanks mysterious tall person," you mutter, reaching into your bag and producing a bullet for each zombie he downed plus a few extra, "consider this payment for making my life easier."

He goes to refuse your offering but you glare at him until he takes it.

"You know," he finally pipes up as you move to walk away, staring at the bullets in his palm with a raised eyebrow "you could always join our group."

You barely resist the urge to spin around dramatically and pin him with an incredulous stare. Was this kid for real? He just met you, has no clue what kind of awful excuse for a human being you could be and is now offering you a place in a group?

"I mean you gave me the right kind of bullets for my gun, either you know what you're doing or you're just really lucky."

Ah, some logic.

This time you do spin around, "Or I only have that kind."

His face drops and you bark out a laugh, hoisting your bag higher on your shoulder.

"I'm kidding, I know what i'm doing." You continue to grin at him and he cracks a smile.

"That a yes?"

"What, is this a marriage proposal or something? At least let me meet these people first, Speedy Gonzalez." He chokes on his own spit at that and you simply cackle in glee before running in the direction he came from with him hot on your heels.

It's when you're in front of the rest of Operation Bitemark that you turn to your saviour with a deadpan expression and ask him what his name is.