Hey readers! As little of you that are out there for this particular show, this is my first action/zombie/Z Nation fan fiction so bear with me. If you love 10k then you will love this story as it mainly features the famous Z hunter. Citizen Z will be coming into the picture soon to help our beloved sniper. I hope you enjoy and review since I'd love to know how I did depicting 10k. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Lone Wolf
10k had always felt alone. He was okay with it though, and had gotten used to it. Ever since his pa had died and he had given him mercy he'd been wandering alone, just adding to his zombie count one by one. He was on his way to ten thousand and he didn't plan on stopping there, even though his name would be Jeff at that point. His goal is what kept him motivated to keep going day by day. By now he felt like he really had nothing to lose. Until a day came when he did.
He walked through a forest somewhere in North Dakota, at least that's where he thought he was. He had walked by Mount Rushmore a while back, and couldn't remember if it was located in North or South Dakota. In school he was never one for caring where the location of the historical monument was. After all, it's just a carving of peoples faces. Whose faces they were, he couldn't remember that either, nor did he care. He had more important things to worry about. As he walked, his thoughts always seemed to drift to unimportant things like this. It helped keep him sane while on his endless Z hunting trip.
He approached a stream running across his path, bent down on his knees, laying his rifle down across them as he cupped a handful of water, bringing it to his mouth for a drink. He really should wait to boil the water to remove all the possible harmful particles in it, but he didn't have time. He had a personal vendetta to fulfil, and really needed to find food. After he had finished drinking he took some water and washed his face, running some water over the back of his neck. He then scrubbed his face to remove all of the dirt and grime he had accumulated there over the past few days, he also rubbed at his face until it gained a red tint across his cheeks and forehead. After he did this he had a idea, and decided to be ironic. He leaned over and took some leftover ash from the dirt that he assumed that had been some survivor's campfire at one point.
He rubbed two lines of black across both of his cheekbones. As he did so he was chuckling to himself at his humor. He was a soldier of sorts right? At least in what this world had become. After all he had to entertain himself somehow right? Suddenly he heard a crackling of twigs coming towards him. He spun around to see a small group of Zs.
Really apocalypse? That's all you have to throw at me? I have a quota to reach you know.
He reached into his small animal skin pack and quickly pulled out his slingshot with a few of the gears he had picked up from an old factory a few miles back. He didn't bother with his rifle that he had leaned against his knees. Ammo was precious, and there was no need for the extra noise. He loaded a gear in the weapon and nailed the first Z of the group straight in the middle of its forehead. 1,053 he thought to himself. Thud, the next gear was loaded and now embedded in the skull of the second Z, 1,054, 10k added. He quickly dispatched the other two Zs within seconds. 1,056, the Z hunter said to himself as he victoriously smirked at his undead victims.
After the deed was finished, the young man got to his feet after filling his water canteen, picking up his belongings, and slinging his rifle strap across his shoulder.
Time to move on to bigger and better things. Hopefully there will be a bigger hunting ground for me soon. Those Zs aren't going to kill themselves.
And with that the young teen turned his back on the stream and his kills, quickly disappearing into the forest leaving no trace of him ever being there except a group of corpses.