Don't Be Scared

S.1 E.2 ~ FZ (Ch. 9)

"Follow the zombies." I suggested, looking at the building made from poles wielded together.

Where do all the zombies go once they reach the top? Where did 10K go when we came to a stop?

"They all seem to be headed for the top of the tank." Warren observed closely, pointing out an obvious.

"We'll get up there and check it out. Then, we got to have a sound that draws the Zs away from the pump so we can get the gas."

I could just imagine Charlie planning so many methods in his head, testing out every single one of them. Some failing, some awaiting failure, but maybe two we could use yo get us all out alive.

"Sorry, I left my guitar back at Camp Blue Sky." I heard Charlie sigh.

Warren must've thought that the high pitch squeal of the guitar may have been good enough. Those fingers of his can work magic on strings. I think he's the second best guitarist in the world; (An Old Band That You Like) can play better, though.

"Car horns?" I suggested, staring at the broken windows of the building next to the one we're about to raid.

This dude can't be that good. I'm not good at hide-and-go-seek, but he's a new level of greatness.

"No, they'll all just head this way." Charlie blew my suggestion off real quick.

"And so will every other dead-head within an earshot." Murphy buffed out.

I rolled my bright (E/C) eyes at the living, but almost dead, man. At least I'm throwing ideas around.

"I have something," Cassandra opened up, surprising us all, "Zs like high-pitched sounds. The more musical the better."

"Wow, you learn something everyday." Doc said after Cassandra's demonstration with the musical box she probably scavenged in a house or music store for.

"That's great." Charlie praised the girl for the first time since she's been with us, "You're our decoy."

"I'll go with her." The newbie quickly volunteered his life.

No sane person would want to go against that many Zs, especially not a man that just met us. He's up to something. Something that could probably put all of our lives on the line. I'm not willing to go down for a man that gives my team member the creeps.

"I don't need his help." Cassandra hastily refused.

The two enemies/friends glared at each other; Cassandra had the most threat in her eyes while the newbie had a playful look. Dangerous in many, many ways.

"No, you need cover. Take him."

"No. I'll take (Y/N)."

"Excuse me? She's not going anywhere near those things, especially with someone who won't watch her back." Mack rejected the idea to let me help out the group.

This man never lets me decide anything on my own; which, I guess, I should be thankful that he's still with me, protecting.

"Why not? What is she even going to be doing?"

"I don't know, but she sure as hell ain't going with you."

Mack crossed his arms over his chest. This gesture meant that my fate was decided. By him. The two chocolate brown eyed humans glared at each other with menacing eyes. Both equally dangerous.

Mack could take her.

"Enough, both of you. (Y/N) is still too young to handle something like this, Cassandra. You're taking him whether you like it or not." Charlie started to grow very impatient with the both of them.

I'm not that young.. I'm 16!

"Now. Start the music when you get up at the top of the catwalk." Our leader started to throw around his commands.

He looked at the 'power twins', as Murphy calls them, "You two get to the top of the other side and see if you can kill that noise."

"Got it." Addy confirmed that they'd get it done with the smile on her face.

"Where did that kid go?" Doc asked, looking around for the missing player.

"Buildings." I muttered.

"Oh, and his name is Ten Thousand." Doc informed everyone of the self-made choice 10K had made.

"Well, he better be back by the time we're ready to go."

Charlie and Warren turned around on their heels to talk to one another.

"So, what should I be doing while you all are getting incinerated to death?" Murphy reminded everyone of his vexatious self.

I guess he was feeling excluded.

Warren turned back around to look at Doc, "Why don't you take Mr. Congeniality here to the suburban and get back a safe distance, just in case. (Y/N), you stay with Doc at all times."

I nodded my head, doing a small sailor salute. I stood up from the bedding, stretching my back before I jumped down. I stayed in between Mack and Addy. Mack hugged my shoulders, kissing my forehead goodbye.

We all split up to our assigned stations. Doc drove Murphy and I to the suburbs like instructed in the Tahoe. After putting the large vehicle in park, we all started to find something to keep us busy.

After ten minutes of hearing nothing but Murphy and Doc playing Go-Fish, I started to get bored and a bit more uneasy than before.

"Wonder how it's going." I wondered out loud, dropping my feet from the dash.

The small space in the vehicle started to get a bit intimating; I hate limited space. I've never been good in vehicles. Especially in the apocalypse. How can anyone stay in a vehicle this long anymore?

"Haven't heard anything blow up, yet." Doc chuckled, laying a card down.

"Yet." Murphy muttered, "Eight."

I shifted in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position. My shoulders just couldn't stop tensing even after I relaxed them back down.

"Go fish." Doc snickered to himself.

After about five more minutes, Doc threw down his cards in failure after Murphy told him he had no cards left, "First time I've ever seen anybody cheat at Go-Fish."

Murphy looked out the driver's window into the distance, "It's a gift. What the hell is taking so long?"

"Full service just ain't what it use to be. Relax. Garnett and Warren know what they're doing."

Doc looked at me, who was sitting Indian style, watching the two of them interact, "Do you want to play, kiddo?"

A pounding noise came from the window behind me. I jumped out of my seat as a result of the unexpected noise.

"Jesus." I muttered, holding the jean part of the jacket, above my heart.

"Too many Zs around here.. It's freaking me out.." Murphy scooted closer towards the passenger seat as the Zs went around to Doc and his side.

They started to beat and bang against the window, groaning out for the flesh covering our bones. Their noises were drowning in their own blood, dripping with a deadly disease that could infect us with a simple bite.

"I got a phobia, you know, ever since I got bit."

Murphy's shoulders were more tense than a father awaiting his newborn child and wife/girlfriend after being told that there were complications. The man kept his jacket closed with his hands, watching the Zs with scared eyes.

"I've been meaning to ask you about that. So, these bi--."

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