S.1 E.11 ~ SoM (Ch. 71)

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"Anybody home?" Doc asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"Doesn't look like it." Warren murmured, analyzing the structure of the place as we came to a complete stop a few feet away from the silver gate. 

Patches of copper and other metallic elements covered what wasn't silver. 

"Mack, you want to go check it out?" Warren suggested.

"Yeah."

Why him? I grabbed Mack's arm before he could slide off of the trunk's small ledge.

"Be safe."

Mack kissed my forehead to show me he promised to protect himself out there. Then, he was gone from in front of me and around the corner of the vehicle. Once he was out, 10K shut the trunk's wide door. 

As soon as Mack came from around the corner of the vehicle and to the back seat door, three gunshots were fired off. Where? I couldn't see. 10K was already at the sunroof, shooting back at the enemy with his trustworthy sniper rifle. 

While 10K was occupied, I swung the back door open to let Mack back inside safely. Warren acted quickly to step out of the vehicle with her hands raised. I shut everything out as I examined both of Mack's legs, stomach, anything open to a bullet wound.

Safe.

"Are you alright?" I questioned, searching for any signs of pain on his face. 

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He muttered, moving me out of the way so he could witness the scene that was about to unfold in front of us all.

Leader against leader time.

"(Y/N)!" Warren shouted for me to come out there.

Before sliding out of the vehicle, someone wrapped their warm fingers around the small of my bicep, holding me back from my future chore. I expected Mack when I turned around, but instead I got the famous sharp shooter's attention.

"Don't be scared."

Bouncing my chin one time downward in understanding, I removed myself from the trunk and held my hands up for the shooters above us all to see my friendly form. Careful with all of my movements, I quickly, but not too quickly, walked over to the backseat, having a mutual understanding with Warren.

I opened up the car door to reveal the boy in our possession.

"We have your boy! Sam? We have him!" Warren informed the opponent in a shout as I assisted Sam out of his seat beside our Beauty Queen.

I shut the door behind him so no bullets would ricochet inside the vehicle somehow. I kept his body behind my taller one just in case these people turned rogue and his mother sent him off for a better place.

Highly doubt that though. He may be a stranger to us, but he is still a kid to all of the violence. He's younger than me; he has yet to reach my age and experience. He's going to, though. Hopefully. 

"Open the gate!" A feminine voice shouted from behind the middle protector of their sanctuary. 

Slowly, the metal hinges creaked against the other as the identical twin door's swung open to expose a group of women varying in age. All armed, except for one of them. This must be their leader; she has a lot of faith in the women she surrounds herself with.

"Ms. Helen, it's okay! They just need medicine. They're really nice." Sam spoke up as he took a step away from my body shield. 

Disobeying my wishes, Sam ran towards the grey-haired woman he trusted more than us in this apocalypse. Helen, an older female with a apple shaped body, designed a fake smile as she stared upon the young boy that had his arms wrapped around her sides. 

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