The noirette trudged through the woods, soaked from the rain and thunder. He was searching for some sort of nourishment, whether it be a pig or some berries. But when you're in the zombie apocalypse, that's extremely hard. It was around 2 am by now but he wasn't too tired as he had been napping beforehand. Plus, the time never matters at this point in the world. He thought to himself where there would most likely be some food, and remembered that he saw a bush of brambles earlier on. He picked up his pace and headed north where he swore they were. He began jogging and about two minutes later, he heard some wails and groaning followed by himself being tackled to the muddy, wet ground.

He landed on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He tried to get up but the creature was holding him down. "Get OFF of me!" He struggled, still trying to find his breath. He managed to turn around and lye on his back but instead came face to face with the bulky Z. He used the Olympia to stop the creature from biting him and finally pushed him off his chest.

He immediately got to his feet, positioned his gun and shot him in between the eyes with a loud bang.

He smiled and privately applauded himself for not dying. But he celebrated a little too early because his gunshot had attracted at least 5 more rotten beasts.

He got into a fighting stance ready to battle, but suddenly a sharp red arrow came flying out of nowhere, hitting one of the Z's in the side of the head. All the zombies reacted to this by turning around and sprinting in the opposite direction towards where he arrow came from. He was going to leave but stopped in his tracks when he heard a small scream. He usually wouldn't go after where it came from, but seeing as whoever it was helped him, he may aswell return the favour. He chased after the zombies shooting them down, but instantaneously ran out of bullets.

"Damn it Roberta." He muttered.

He threw the gun to the ground and looked around for any source of weapon. He spotted a large hunk of wood in the shape of a sword and picked it up. He tried his best to fight them off with the salvaged item he had. For the most part it worked, kind of. He still had no idea who it was he was saving but just wanted to get it over with so he could continue his mission. There was only one left and he was a few meters away so he simply threw the sharpened part of the wood straight at the Z's head, ending him. "Finally." He muttered. He proceeded down his trail once again, but when he turned the corner around a tree, he came across a girl around his age being cornered into a wall by an infected wolf. The grey hound was about to pounce, he had to act soon.

"HEY! GET OFF HER!!" He screamed. He bolted over and slit the wolfs throat from behind using his pocket knife. The blood squirted all over the place, including the girl and 10K's face. Her chocolate brown eyes were still wide with fear and shaking from the cold and rain. 10K took one look at her and was somewhat surprised at how good she looked, considering she was soaking from the rain, covered in wolves blood and 2 years into the apocalypse.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'm good." She muttered. She looked up at him with with brown eyes. Her golden blonde hair swaying in the wind. 10K noticed she was shivering from the cold so he acted on instinct and removed his jacket then wrapped it around her.

"Take this."

She accepted his jacket and put her arms through it.

"Thanks." She half-smiled.

"What are you doing out here? Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"...I'm actually looking for my brother. You haven't seen him have you?" She seemed slightly shy.

"Nah I haven't seen anyone apart from zombies. Sorry."

"Great." She mumbled sarcastically. He instantly felt bad as he knew what it was like to lose a member of your family. He softened his voice and said,

"I'll help you look if you want."

Her face lit up, "Really? Thanks."

She was going to hug him but stopped herself. 10K didn't say anything but was mildly disappointed. He stood up and held out his hand. She took it and he helped her up. "Which ways have you looked so far?"

She took a moment to think before answering,

"I've pretty much covered it all except that way." She gestured to the way 10K was originally headed.

"Ah, thats handy."

They began walking through the woods, the rain had eased down by now. 10K watched her warm up with his jacket as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"You have a name?" He adjusted his equipment.

"I don't do names. You know, with the apocalypse and all."

"Give me something to work with." He laughed. "Fine then. Call me Gem."

"Like the rock?"

"Yeah."

"You just make that up on the spot?"

"Yeah." She smirked.

"It suits you." She raised her eyebrow. He looked at her for a few seconds before getting interrupted.

"What about you?"

"10,000."

"That's not a name, that's a number."

"That's what everyone says. I go by 10K though."

"Why 10,000?"

"It's how many of Z's I'm gonna kill. I'm already at 3,567."

"Really? So only-"

"6,433 to go."

"Wow. How'd you do that?"

"I like to keep track."

"Fair enough. It suits you too. What are you planning on doing when you reach 10,000?"

"I dunno. Probably change it."

"Anything in mind?"

"Jeff. I like the name Jeff."

"Good to know," she glared at him for a second, "I think you should keep 10K."

"Maybe I will." He sniggered. A cold gust of wind blew past them, making Gem shiver. They continued down the path when suddenly a scream coarsed through the air.

"Jax!" She began running after the scream, knowing exactly who's it was, with 10K right behind her.

In the distance she could see a boy half-conscious on the hard ground surrounded by a pool of blood.

She kneeled down to his height and checked him for injuries. There was a huge cut on his side which was bleeding rapidly. She tried her best to stop the bleeding but it wasn't working, so 10K removed her hands.

"Here." He pulled a bandage out from his satchel and applied pressure to his wound.

The twelve year old winced at the pain.

Meanwhile Gem stood nearby teary-eyed. Jax slowly closed his eyes.

"Stay with me." 10K muttered. A few minutes passed but there was still no sign of him being alive.

"Is he..?" Gem cried.

10K placed two fingers to her brothers throat and felt for a pulse. "He's got no pulse."

"Do something!"

The dark haired boy let go of the wound and began performing CPR, starting with chest compressions.

"Keep a hold of that wound." He told Gem.

She nodded, kneeled down and pressed down on his bandage. 10K stopped pumping his heart and blew air into his mouth. He did this three times before performing chest compressions again, harder.

He felt again for a pulse but got none.

He did it all over again for about 5 minutes until Jax's eyes shot open and sat up coughing.

"Hey hey hey..." 10K helped him relax so he wouldn't hurt himself more. He turned to Gem who's mind was all over the place.

"Where the hell did you go??"

"I was just-"

"I had to leave the safe spot and look everywhere for you!"

"I was-"

Just before Jax thought she was going to explode, instead she hugged him.

"Are you okay?"

"I dunno. My side really hurts."

He eyed down 10K. "Who's this?"

"He saved you. Be grateful."

Jax glared at 10K still not sure what to think about him. 10K awkwardly half-smiled in return.

Gem and 10K stood up but when Jax tried to, he fell back down from pure pain.

10,000 caught him right before he hit the ground.

"He's gonna need a doctor. Good thing I know someone."

"Really? Who?"

"He's back at mine. You can come if you want."

"I don't know. I don't know you."

"You know me enough." 10K loaded his gun.

Gem thought for a second and took a deep breath,

"Okay. But we won't stay long."

"Good. We should get going."

Gem and 10K helped Jax to walk all the way back to the shack.