Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

He stopped when he got out of the truck and stretched as he looked up and down the road. It seemed pretty quiet aside from their caravan. He nodded his thanks to Junes parents, watching as Mrs. Phillips climbed into the back and began to make herself a little bed where 10k and June had napped earlier. He could still feel where she had wiped at the smudge on his face, and the motherly gesture had made its imprint on him with a feeling of warmth that remained in his heart. June suggested that he go check on his people and he nodded, but he didnt expect the kiss on the cheek. He put a surprised hand up to catch the kiss, as if it might fly away once she moved back. When he got back to his group Murphy grinned at him and Doc smacked his arm. Hey hey hey, Doc said as he pulled 10k up onto the back of the flatbed. See you made a friend. Murphy made a circle with his thumb and forefinger and stuck the index finger into it. Its about time, Mr. Never-seen-porn. Shes not that kind of friend, 10k blushed and settled in with his back to the semi cab. His gaze went over the other trucks and cars, catching a glimpse of Junes and smiling. The truck rumbled and started moving, and soon they were all back on the road heading towards the freeway. Not too long afterwards the truck he was riding on slammed into the vehicle in front of them. He heard Roberta shouting and gunshots, and stood up in time to use his slingshot to take out a Z climbing over the side. Three thousand, nine hundred ninety. Murphy, do something! Doc had a spear like stick that he was using to shove the Z off the flatbed, but among the normal Zs were a few Blasters. The intelligence in their eyes was terrifying. I cant! The blue man had his hands out as if he was trying to focus some magical beam at their attackers. The things didnt flinch, though, and Murphy was being driven to his knees from the effort. 10K slung another jagged washer from his slingshot and pierced the eye of the Blaster, but the projectile must not have gone deeply enough. The thing kept moving. Kid! Shoot it! Three thousand, nine hundred ninety-one, ninety-two. He raised his eyes over the scope once the two offenders were cleared. There, at Junes truck a Z had grabbed her dad through the window. He heard her screaming. No. NO! He leaped off of the flatbed and sprinted towards Junes family, despite the yells coming from Doc to be careful. Along the way he smashed a Z across the head with the butt of his rifle and shoved another under a rolling wheel. He was shoved back when one of the caravan members nearly pushed him to the ground in her haste to escape the attackers, but 10k couldnt worry about them now. He got up and continued to run, but he saw June under her father, no he was a Z now and his heart clenched. NO! Just as he was about to pull the trigger she pushed herself up and smashed and smashed with a rock, destroying the thing that used to be her father. He saw her destroy the thing, and then struggle to get up, just as her mothers body shambled out of the truck. Her mother 10k stopped and stared for a moment. The woman who had smiled at him so sweetly, who had made him feel safe and loved she was gone. He raised his rifle, and as the Z moved towards June, he eased the trigger back until he felt it release. The bullet traveled at three thousand, five hundred feet per second, and took out the brain before the Z reached its target. Ninety-three. He slung his rifle and ran the rest of the way to June. He caught her as she stood up, and it seemed that for the moment, at least, they could catch their breath. Up ahead 10ks friends had fought off some of the Zs and though the caravan had lost a great deal of members it didnt seem like they had been defeated. June... June Im so sorry. He swallowed and looked down at the thing that had been her dad. Are you okay? His eyes searched her for signs of a bite. Are you hurt?