10.

The moment day broke, they waited for Vegeta's signal. The twins were reluctant to receive orders, but after lots of glaring at one another they eventually agreed. The threat of being ripped apart by Walkers would do that to a person.

Raditz pressed his back against the wall near the back door. His machete in hand. The male twin - one of the numbers, he couldn't remember which - stood with Nappa on the opposite side of the doorframe. Since the three were only equipped with melee weaponry, they were to take the rear. Vegeta with his gun and the female twin with the bow were to go first and try and clear the nearest Walkers first.

It was a solid plan. But he wasn't surprised. Vegeta was full of them.

Raditz turned to Vegeta to find the other man clicking a full magazine into this GSG 522. When Vegeta lifted his head, eyes narrowed and snarl firm, he gave a quick nod. Just the slightest lift of his jaw, but Raditz and Nappa read the movement well enough.

Nappa sprung to the ready, knocking off the meagre bolt and bursting open the door. Sunlight flooded the cabin, and though a few Walkers were knocked over by the force of the door the front line was quickly replaced.

Raditz's eyes flicked around the yard. Nineteen, maybe twenty Walkers remained. Nothing compared to the horde that had chased them and cornered them the night before.

The number quickly declined as Vegeta popped off his first shot. The girl quickly followed suit, expertly lodging an arrow into a Walker's skull. She raced forward and pulled her arrow from the dead Walker, and when two more approached she jammed the arrow into one's brain stem, using the bolt as a knife.

Raditz smirked as he watched her, before turning away and taking care of the Walkers approaching. Machete in hand, he sliced off the first one's head. It was a disgusting little bastard wearing a three-piece suit. He always wondered about their backstories. What they'd been like Before. How they'd fallen prey to the pandemic. How he was really doing them a favor decapitating them.

Three more were on him. Teeth snapping, lifeless bloodshot eyes rolling back. Their cheeks sunken, their skin sallow.

"Hn," Raditz snorted, delivering the first Walker a kick the the abdomen. It sailed backwards and took a few pathetic attempts to get back to its feet. A woman with a blonde ponytail came at him next. Very soccer mom looking. He swung his machete in an arch, rendering her motionless. Then he took to the second who was still scrambling to its feet.

When he looked up, the male twin was panting. Blood smeared across his face. His sister was retrieving the last of her arrows from the pile of corpses that surrounded them. Nappa was the only one still engaged, chuckling maliciously as a Walker stumbled in his direction. Stupid fuck. Nappa had cut off both the Walker's arms and was taunting the thing.

Vegeta snarled and shot it through the skull. Nappa frowned.

"C'mon Vegeta. I was just having a little fun."

Since nothing much had changed with their dynamic from Before, Vegeta ignored the older man and turned to Raditz. He straightened to attention. Vegeta had only been one rank above them in the military, but he'd always been their leader. When he'd found the pair in Central City after the initial breakout, he'd been rather levelheaded about the whole thing.

"Figure out what you're going to do with us?" the female twin said, her voice cold and glare like ice. Frigid little thing, Raditz decided.

Vegeta didn't look at her, his eyes moving over the pile of dead Walkers instead. One side of his mouth pulled to a smirk before it was gone and replaced with the stoic mask he usually wore. Raditz straightened. It would be a shame if Vegeta shot her then. He was starved for company. Any company. Nappa was an idiot and Vegeta never spoke. Plus, the blonde was pretty hot. And not just by there-aren't-any-other-chicks-around hot.

Vegeta held his gun at his side. "You two might be useful."

"Useful?" she asked, cocking a brow.

Vegeta's eyes were on her then. And Raditz almost laughed. The stupid bitch didn't even look intimidated.

"Yes," Vegeta replied. Monotone. Callous. "Useful."

And though her lips pursed and something venomous seemed to burn on the tip of her tongue, she remained silent.

When she rested her cross bow on its shoulder strap, she must've felt Raditz's eyes on her because she looked at him then. He shot her a wolfish grin and her brows narrowed. He winked and she rolled her eyes.

Vegeta might've thought she was useful, but Raditz knew she'd at least be good for a little fun.