Don't Be Scared

S2 E1 : 🔹 The Murphy 🔹(Ch. 123)

"Holy shit." I whispered to myself, now somewhat caring if I got the lines up now.

I mean, just so I can tell Warren what I had done for the rest of her team.

"Was that Addy?" 10K questioned, confirming that I wasn't the only person that recognized the traitor's voice.

"Addison, do you copy?" I interrogated the radio, focusing back onto the present task, "Addison?"

"Warren, do you copy?" Addison asked for our shared leader as if she couldn't hear me but let's be honest here, I'm not a professional when it comes to these frequencies and radios, "Citizen Z, do you copy?"

I know I'm not doing something right on this thing, but I can't place my tongue on it. The only issue right now is the fact she can't hear me, but I'm pressing the trigger button correctly. At least, I think I am.

Do I even want her to hear me so we can trade our present locations? I kept twisting the knobs I was familiar with, testing out each change with the trigger button but every try wasn't much better than my first attempt at reaching Addison.

"Come on. If we can hear them, then they must have a signal pretty close."

I started to get up from the grassy lands below me, covering my mouth and nose back up with 10K's scarf so the dust and wind wouldn't fly into my air passages. Last thing I need is lack of proper breathing.

Familiar hints of 10K's scent still lingered onto the fabric wrapped around my neck, but my scent was now overcoming his. I may have to give this back for a couple of days and ask for it back. As a 'pillow' for the night.

"Doc, wake up. We found Addison and Mack."

I stood in front of the wounded soldier, shaking his good shoulder as gently as I could. His body wiggled with my actions, but the only response I received back was a very loud snore. I hope I don't snore like this at night.

Instead of being motherly and tender about my next movement, I shook his shoulder harder this time. When movement vibrated into his bad shoulder, I finally got a conscious reaction from the deep sleeper.

"What? What's going on?" Doc spoke up, interrupting his previous snore.

His voice sounded hoarse from the lack of water in his system, but there wasn't much I or 10K could do right now. If Warren was here, she'd want us to continue on with reconnecting with the group we had originated with.

Even if that family includes a woman that ditched us for a man-hating cult and a man that left us for a pretty woman. Maybe if Doc is lucky, they'll have some water on them. Another reason as to why we need to find them.

Doc needs rest at the moment, but we can't afford to miss this opportunity; Warren is counting on us to keep him alive. I helped 10K in assisting the old man back onto his feet, letting Doc warp his heavy arm around my smaller shoulders.

10K and Doc are about the same height, but luckily, I got my mother's short stature.

"Come on, old man. Up we go."

"Once we find them, we'll let you rest, deal?" I bargained, trying to convince him to march on.

"I'm not that old."

"I thought it took ages for wine to taste expensively good, Doc?"

"Okay, maybe I'm a little old."

I laughed at the confession, hooking my fingers in between Doc's for extra support and balance.

"How are you holding up, 10K?" I asked after a few minute of us walking north of where we were once located.

10K said about forty minutes ago, when we were still with Warren, that he was dehydrated and barely had a day in him. I need to keep everyone in check and as stable as I can get them.