oneoddood: Absolutely loved it! Trin is a badass, both mentally and physically! She stood her ground even in the face of certain death and didn't give in, I have to give her massive points for that. Also, 10k and his glorious head shots! Can't wait for more; thank you for yet another great chapter!
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I ran through the woods, but I don't know what I running from. I could hear it, and it sounded terrifying. I ran into a clearing, and stopped. There was a pit in front of me, filled with zombies. But it wasn't just zombies. My parents, my sister, Lucy, my grandmother, and other people I used to know were in the pit as well. I was about to start running around the pit, when something shoved me into the pit from behind. I screamed as I fell in.
Someone started shaking me awake.
"Kid, it's your turn to drive." Doc said.
I yawned and blinked. I was sitting shotgun of the truck. And, obviously, it was my turn to drive.
"Okay." I said. I got out of the truck and switched over to the driver's seat.
"I'll get 10K, since he's driving after you." Doc said.
I nodded, and waited for 10K and Doc to be ready. It was about mid-afternoon, and the sun was starting to set. I was glad I wouldn't have to drive in the dark for very long.
10K got into the passenger seat, and Doc moved to the back seat next to Murphy, who was snoring. I started up the engine and started driving again.
We sat in a silence for a while.
"You know, you never answered my question." 10K said.
I didn't look away from the road. "What question?" I asked, confused.
"Back at the barn, I asked you why you didn't try to go back to sleep when you woke up in the middle of the night. You never answered me." 10K said.
I vaguely remembered what he was talking about, but I didn't feel like answering it right now.
"Yeah, I remember." I said.
"That doesn't answer my question" 10K said.
I didn't say anything.
A few minutes of silence passed between us.
"Why don't you want to tell us anything about your past?" 10K asked finally.
I was getting annoyed with all of his questions. "How come you don't say anything about yourself?" I asked him.
"What?" 10K asked, surprised.
"You heard me. Why are you so pushy about learning about my past, when you don't even tell others about your own?" I asked him.
He didn't answer.
"Yeah. That's what I thought." I said.
We were both silent for a few minutes.
"I don't talk about my past because it's too painful." 10K said, breaking the silence. "Too many bad things have happened in the past, and when I talk about anything from my past, I can only remember the bad parts. Never the good ones."
I let that sink in. I always thought that I was the only person in the world who had demons in their past. I guess not.
"There. I answered your question, now answer mine." 10K demanded.
I thought for a minute. "I don't talk about my past, because it never works out well for me." I said finally.
"What do you mean?" 10K asked.
"I mean, that when people learn about my past, they usually take advantage of me, and it never works out well for me." I said, starting to get angry.
"But, why would people do that?" 10K asked.
"Because the zombie apocalypse brings out the worst in people, and I've learned that the hard way." I said quietly. "And nothing good ever happens to me afterwards."
10K was probably going to ask me something else, but I stopped him. "Look, you answered one of my questions, and I've already answered one of yours. We're even. So just... Stop asking me questions." I snapped angrily.
10K looked at me, then looked out his window.
I felt kind of bad, and also annoyed, sad, and angry. I shouldn't be taking my anger out on 10K, but I couldn't help it.
10K was probably going to ask me something else, but I stopped him. "Look, you answered one of my questions, and I've already answered one of yours. We're even. So just stop asking me questions." I snapped angrily.
10K looked at me, then looked out his window.
I felt kind of bad, and also annoyed, sad, and angry. I shouldn't be taking my anger out on 10K, but I couldn't help it.
"I guess you've met the worst kind of people then." 10K said after a while.
I didn't answer him. He was right, again. I'd met some of the worst people in the zombie apocalypse. And that was without Escorpion.
"You know Kid, you could try talking about your past." Doc suggested from the backseat.
I guess he hadn't fallen asleep.
"It could help, with any problems you're having." Doc continued.
I also guess he knew about the nightmares. "It probably won't."
"Kid, I was a psychiatrist before the world went to hell. It most likely will." Doc bragged.
Or it will change how you look at me, in a bad way.
"It won't work, and it will just upset me." I said.
"Well, cant we just try?" Doc said.
I sighed. "If it will get you guys to stop, then sure."
"Okay then. Close your eyes." He instructed.
I laughed. "Yeah. Close my eyes while I'm driving. Great idea." I said sarcastically.
"Pull over first, then close your eyes." Doc said.
I sighed, but did as he instructed.
When my eyes were closed, 10K asked me the first question. "Why did you wake up in the middle of the night?"
"Because of the nightmares."
"Of what?" Doc asked.
"Mostly my family. Sometimes it's Escorpion, or other people or things."
"Who's in your family?"
I tried not to get angry. "My parents, my grandmother. And my little sister Petunia."
"How old was Petunia?"
I tried to keep my emotions in check. If I didn't calm down, then I'd get angry, or upset, or a combination of both. "She was almost eight when the apocalypse started."
"Did she turn into a zombie?"
This question broke me. "I don't know." I said quietly, holding back tears. "No one was home when I finally made it back to them."
There was silence for a little while.
"I'm sorry Kid. I know how it feels to have someone in your life that you don't know whether they're alive or dead." Doc said. "Sometimes it's the worst part of the apocalypse."
I could tell in his voice that he wasn't lying, but his words didn't comfort me.
I opened my eyes. "Yeah well, sometimes nightmares can't always go away." I said sadly. I was about to start up the engine again, when I noticed someone walking down the road. I grabbed my gun. "What's that?" I asked.
Doc and 10K looked ahead as well. 10K picked up his rifle, and used it look ahead at them.
"Well, what is it kid?" Doc asked.
I felt kind of annoyed that 10K and I were both "kid", but I wasn't going to argue about that now.
I saw a smile grow on 10K's face as he tilted his rifle down. "Son of a bitch." He said, close to laughing.
"What is it?" Doc asked again.
10K turned and looked at us. "Sketchy and Skeezy." He said.
Doc burst into laughter.