Operation Bite Mark was camping in the woods again. Everyone was just waking up for the day. Doc stood from his sack on the forest floor and yawned. Addy walked up to him as she was stretching her back. She said, "Another day, another mile closer to California."

Doc nodded, "Yup. That's the spirit."

He looked around and saw that 10K was still asleep on his sleeping bag by the burnt-out fire. Warren and Vaquez were already picking up camp. Murphy was leaning against their current black truck. Murphy complained, "Can we hurry this up already? I gotta take a piss."

Doc huffed. Same old Murphy. He looked back at 10K; he should probably wake him up. They always try to go in groups to be safer. Doc walked over 10K, grumbled at his achy joints, and bent down to him. He grabbed his shoulder, "Come on, 10K. Wakey wakey, zombie bakey."

10K groaned as he stirred awake. He grumbled, "'Kay."

Doc stood back up and turned to Addy to talk to her some more when a ook of concern graced her face. She asked, "10K, are you alright?"

Doc quickly turned around again and saw the lanky man curled up on his side and gripping his right calf. 10K gritted through his teeth, "Yeah. Leg hurts."

Warren called over to them with supplies in her arms, "What's the problem?"

Doc waved her off, "Don't worry. It looks like a leg cramp."

Warren nodded and went back to cleaning. 10K eventually let go of his iron grip. He shook his leg and tried to stand up. After he made it to his feet, he asked Doc, "What was that?"

Doc replied, "Leg cramp. Happens to the best of us. Who knows, maybe you're getting taller."

10K frowned, "I'd rather stay short."

Addy smirked, "Too late for that."

10K shook his head and started gathering his things. After everything was cleaned, the men took off to the woods to pee. Addy and Warren stayed by the truck to make sure it wouldn't be stolen.

They continued on the road again. They accidentally ran into a small town with about 50 people, not zombies or Enders, living there. It was a good thing too because they were almost out of gas.

Warren, Vasquez, and Murphy were talking to the locals while Addy, Doc, and 10K carried their empty bags to fill with any food or supplies they were given. Addy was walking beside 10K and noticed he readjusted his backpack on his back. In doing so, his shirt and sleeveless vest rode up and exposed part of his back. She reached forward and tugged it back down. She frowned, it barely reached his hips. It was way too short. She asked him, "10K, do you have any other shirts?"

He looked at her funny, "No, why?"

"These are too small."

Doc looked over at them. He told 10K, "Lift your arms up real quick."

10K did as he was told, and just as expected, his clothes rode up again and exposed his lean midriff. Addy nodded, "We gotta get you new clothes."

Doc chuckled, "Told you you were getting taller."

Warren, Murphy, and Vasquez had gotten done with talking to the townsfolk and walked over to the group. Warren said, "They said there's a strip mall about 8 minutes down. We can get supplies there."

Doc said, "We'll need to get 10K new clothes too."

She asked, "Why?"

Doc explained, "He had a growth spurt or something last night. He's outgrown them."

Murphy laughed, "You still get those?"

Doc said in a slow manner as if he is was explaining something to a group of children, "Now now. It's perfectly normal for teenagers to have growth spurts, even during the zombie apocalypse."

All the wind left Murphy's sail. He had forgotten about that. Dang, it was hard to tease the kid. He said, "Oh yeah, you're still like 15, right?"

10K fumed, "I'm 17."

Murphy offhandedly said, "Same thing."

"Alright," Warren announced, "So food, meds, gas, clothes, the works. Let's hope we can get it all at our next stop. Let's go."

10K pouted. He hated clothes shopping.

They found the strip mall. It was crawling with Z's, but luckily they had just enough ammo and weapons to take out most of them and Murphy's weird zombie voodoo certainly helped. They were lucky too. Next to the strip mall was a gas station, and 10K filled up as many jerry cans he could find, which meant about four. While he was busy doing that, The others were looking for food, medicine, and essentials like period products, toilet paper, and soap. After they gathered all that they could. They regrouped and placed everything they could find in their truck. Next, they had to find ammo and clothes. They couldn't believe their luck when they found a Dick's Sporting Goods attached to the strip mall.

The sporting goods store was like their little slice of Heaven during this apocalypse. It had obviously been scavenged through, but they would still find stray boxes of bullets, baseball bats, running shoes, and cleats, everything you would ever want during a zombie apocalypse. While the others were gathering supplies, Addy pulled 10K over. She said, "I bet we can find something for you here. Go look around."

10K nodded and searched the place. He was a little disappointed. Most of the clothes there were tank tops and shorts. They were all bright colors as well with red, blue, pink, and neon green. Right as he was about to give up, he spotted the hunting and hiking sections. Perfect. Finally, something in his style.

He grabbed a pair of dark gray cargo pants, a plain black t-shirt, gray boxers, a pair of camo socks, and a pair of black boots. Now to try them on. He found the changing rooms. One of them had a Z, or he guessed it did based on the moaning, but it was trapped, so it was fine. He looked at himself in the mirror. Everything matched with gray and black, including his black hair and black straps on his goggles. The only bit of color was the camo socks which weren't obvious and wouldn't hinder him at all. Plus it wasn't tight like his last clothes, so he could breathe easier and not feel a draft on his stomach.

He abandoned his old clothes and walked out to start helping with supplies; however, he was cut short when the changing room door next to him banged and slightly opened. Then he noticed a black leather jacket. It was a little ripped and was currently on the Z that was trapped in the changing room because its legs were stuck in its half-pulled-on pants, but it was a nice jacket. Reaching into his new boots, 10K pulled out his trusty knife and quickly rushed in. He took the zombie out with one blow to the head. He took the jacket and pulled it over his new clothes. A quick look in the now bloody mirror in the room told him that he looked good. He was definitely keeping it.

Finally returning to the group, they were all huddled near a display case and distributing the bullets they found there. Doc looked away from Warren as she placed another pack in 10K's designated pile and spotted him first. He smiled, "Looking good!"

The rest turned to him as well. Addy grinned and approached him. She grabbed his shoulders and turned him in circles, "Come on, let's get a spin." 10K was embarrassed, to say the least.

Operation Bite Mark stuffed as much as was they could into their bags and carried the rest in their arms. They stuffed their car with more than they had been able to for a long time and took off to California. Doc looked over at 10K in his new getup and sighed. He wondered how many more times he would outgrow his clothes. He still had a few years left of growing after all. Doc took a quick glance at the piles and piles of supplies they had. In the medicine he had gathered, he also grabbed three containers of Icy Hot muscle relaxers. The others may forget that 10K was still young and growing, but he wouldn't. He was sure the teen would have a lot more leg cramps to come.