???? ??
? just don't kill me in my sleep please, ?
in which two lonely find
each other and try to survive
the zombie apocalypse.
( slow burn )
( 10k x oc )
( season 1-2 )
( book one in the Bite Me series )
( ? SIMPLYMAYFEILD 2019 +?*...
"No Z's in sight." Mack commented walking back over and climbing into the black truck. "Anybody else worried about Mr. Sunshine out there?" Doc questioned squinting his eyes against the blazing sun. "I know. He's looking worse," Garnett muttered with a small stretch in his back. "Yeah, he was pretty creepy to start with." Warren added.
"Come on, guys give him a break. It's the apocalypse. None of us look our best. It's like one long bad hair day." Addy suggested trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Speaking of hair, what's with all the bald patches?" Mack asked, gesturing to his own head of hair. "Maybe that vaccine is like zombie chemo." Cassandra suggested with a slight shrug. "Or maybe that vaccine isn't working." 10k protested, causing Ash to sigh lightly at all the back and forth, "I don't know but if I keep looking at him I'm gonna puke." She remarked leaning against the back window. Murphy, who was out peeing in the field, glanced over his shoulder to see all of them looking at him before slowly turning back.
"What do you think, Doc?" Garnett asked as the man pressed his lips together think for a moment before answering. "I've seen Z's look better than him." "Will he make it to California?" He added to which Doc tilted his head slightly, "If we haul ass."
"If he goes zombie, we might have to put him down." Garnett muttered thinking the obvious part that everyone already thought of aloud.
"Dibs on piking him!" Warren quickly called, causing Ash, Mack, 10k, and Cassanda to let out a breath, wanting to be the one to put an end to his consent complaining. "If he turns, piking him is the last of our problems." Garnett added. The topic of the conversation turned back and noticed that they were all watching him.
"Pit stops's over, let's get moving!" He announced as Murphy started walking back towards the truck, "I have a ginormous bladder. Sue me,"
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Driving down a dirt road passing by a zombie holding a still living head. 10k shot them both as the truck drove past, "1,554."
"Wouldn't it be like 1,553 and ⅛?" Ash asked, trying to break the awkwardness between the two.
"Why 1/8?"
"Cause it's only a head," He leaned in closer towards her with a sly smirk, "I don't think details really matter in the apocalypse." She pressed her lips together trying to hide her smile, "It's your number."
