High (z nation oneshot)
"Who are you?!"
I took a draw from my cigarette, blowing a hefty cloud of smoke into the air. My arm dropped to my knee, a small smile gracing my upturned face. The group kept their rifles trained on my figure, somewhat irked at the fact I seemed so calm. A Z came barreling towards us and, without blinking, I dispatched it with ease.
"A fucking god."
The narcissistic tone must've pissed off the bald ashy man because he went to grab at me. My grin widened when the redhead and the old guy grabbed him, pleading, telling him I wasn't worth it. Everyone had either a pissed off or agitated look on their faces and I had to admit, I enjoyed it immensely.
"I asked who you are," the dark-skinned woman asked again. I flicked the burnt out butt, watching it arch through the sky and land near the Hispanic looking guy. He shot me a glare as I jumped off the car, grunting as my feet made contact with the hard concrete. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my jeans and shambled past the group, humming quietly. Abruptly, I spun around on my heel, bending over slightly as I surveyed the people in front of me.
"Indigo," I introduced myself, sticking my hand out to the old, white-haired guy who hesitantly shook it.
"Doc."
"Doctor?"
"Nah, I just watched a lot of E.R."
I nodded, my gaze raking over the rest of the group. I'd spied on them for an hour earlier so I already knew their names. Stretching my arms above my head, I began rattling off, pointing to each member as I said their name.
"How the hell do you know our names you freak?" Murphy, the ashy, bald man with anger issues gaped at me.
"Close your mouth, sweet cakes. Y'all aren't exactly subtle when it comes to yelling at each other," I snorted, picking an eyelash off my cheek and flicking it away.
"You've been spying on us?" It was Vasquez who spoke now and I gave him a bored stare.
"Like I said," I poked his chest with a finger, earning another glare. "Loud," I hissed the word, making a collective shiver run through the group.
"So what's your deal," Warren stated as I bounced on my toes, whistling tonelessly.
"Ah, I was supposed to help some survivors but they all died," I shrugged, now rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling antsy.
"You kill 'em?"
"Pfft, no, I mercied them. Took me three days. Good thing the kids were old enough to fend for themselves."
"There were kids?" Addy asked, her blue eyes wide.
"Hardly kids. They could shoot and hunt better than me."
"What are you doing here?" Doc questioned.
"Here as in with y'all or here as in this state?"
"Both, I guess?"
"Well, y'all tickled my curiosity and as for this state? I kind of just ended up here."
Warren shared a look with Vasquez. I could see the wheels turning in both their heads.
"If y'all are still taking that nutjob to California, I can tag along."
"Hell no! I don't want to be near you," Murphy shouted.
"We could use another girl in the group," Addy suddenly announced, still sounding a bit suspicious of me but helpful nonetheless.
A young man about my age suddenly appeared, holding a sniper rifle. I hadn't seen him earlier and it surprised me that I'd missed him. His green eyes blinked at me owlishly as Warren introduced us.
"10k, this is Indigo."
"Ten thousand, huh? Are you planning on killing that many?"
10k's entire face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Yeah, you're the first person to get that."
Before I could say anything else, Warren announced "puppies and kittens". I jumped onto the trunk of the car I'd previously stood on and grabbed the sheath I'd kept my katanas.
"Let's go, bitches," I giggled, making everyone stare at me like I was crazy. I ignored them as the Z's gurgling and growling got louder. 10k shot a few before hopping on the car next to me.
"So, is your name really Indigo?" He reloaded, the empty shell clattering to the ground.
"Nope." Was all I said before leaping off the car and twirled midair, slicing two Z's heads off. I landed on a knee, blades poised. A Z went to chow down and I flipped the katana in my left, pushing it up into the undead's brain.
"Damn, you're good with those!" Doc complimented as I swung the blade into yet another Z. "A regular samurai!"
"More like a fucked up Jackie Chan," I chuckled, wiping the blades off with a bandana I kept in my pocket.
"Don't sell yourself short, kid. I've never seen anyone handle blades like that."
I smirked, dropping my eyes to the blade in my hand. Despite my hardened exterior, I wasn't really that big of an asshole. It was just a trauma response I'd developed over the three years of death and killing.
"That's the last of them," 10k shouted, jumping off the car and meandering over to us, eyes glittering in the sunlight.
"Let's go," Warren ordered, walking down the road, her group following behind. I lingered, debating on joining them. I usually worked better on my own but if a group accepted me, then I'd give my all to protect them.
"Move your ass, new girl."
"Coming," I giggled, running after them, opting to walk with Addy. "I have a van if y'all want to use that."
Warren stopped, turning to stare at me annoyed.
"You didn't think to mention this sooner?"
"Heh, sorry," I hummed, not at all sorry. I skipped off, leading the group to my 1976 Dodge Tradesman. I'd taken the seats out for more room and laid down blankets and pillows for comfort as I often slept in there.
"Oh yeah, I can get behind this," Doc nodded happily.
"There's a sun roof," I casually mentioned, grinning when 10k's face lit up again. I knew he was probably thinking there was no way for him to keep lookout in a van so I thought mentioning the sun roof would put him at ease.
"Ya know? I had a van like this once," Doc said dreamily, as everyone got comfortable on the blankets. After arguing with Warren about driving, I finally gave in, reluctantly, and climbed in the back.
"I had parties and smoked so much weed," Doc continued with his story, eyes closed as he reminisced. "We got chased by a gang of bikers and I had to ditch the van to escape."
"Are you pulling my leg?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I opened a compartment on the floor and handed everyone water bottles.
"He does this all the time," Addy giggled, bringing the bottle to her lips.
"Yeah, I can't remember if that was a dream or real life," Doc scratched his chin, shaking his head.
"Sounds like you're hitting the bong too much, Doc," I chortled, bringing out a small bong from behind a pillow. Doc's entire body jerked to attention at the sight.
"How'd you get weed?"
"This? Stole it from the compound I stayed at."
I swirled the water around a bit before pulling a lighter from my jeans and clicking it on. The grass sizzled under the flame, my lips going to the spout as I inhaled deeply. Humming, I blew out the smoke as my brain went hazy, smiling happily.
"Here."
I handed it to Doc who snatched it gladly, lighting the bong and taking a massive hit.
"Y'all smoke?" I asked Addy and Murphy.
"I mean fuck it, right?" Murphy shrugged, accepting the bong from the older man.
Pretty soon, the van was filled with smoke and Addy, Murphy, Doc and I all giggled loudly, our minds fuzzy and bodies feeling warm and happy. I was stretched out in the far back, a big cowboy hat perched over my face as my body shook with laughter.
"God damn, this weed is the bomb.com!" Doc choked lightly, having taken yet another humongous hit.
"I've never felt so good in my life," Addy purred, playing with my hair as she lay limply beside me.
"You guys are getting us high," Warren called back from the front seat, sounding on the brink of laughing as well. Vasquez had already broken, chuckling softly to himself.
"Sorry! Hey, 10k! Want some?" I shouted to the sniper who had his upper body standing out of the sunroof. He peeked down, smiling.
"I'm good, thank you."
"Come on, kid, loosen up a bit!" Doc prodded him, pulling at his pants leg. 10k slowly descended, sitting cross legged next to Doc who handed him the bong.
"Hold on," I sat up and crawled over to him. "Have you ever hit a bong before?"
"No."
I gently took the object from him and brought it to my lips, lighting up the weed and inhaling. I then handed it to Doc and knelt in front of 10k, my hands softly cupped his face, bringing it closer.
"Open," I instructed through my teeth, trying to keep as much smoke as possible in my mouth. The sniper slowly parted his lips and I enclosed them with my own, blowing the smoke into his mouth.
"Inhale."
He did, face bright red.
"Good?" I chuckled, noticing the effect I had on this painfully obvious virgin.
"Yeah," he stuttered, still a blushing mess.
"Want another?"
"Sure."
I smiled widely and repeated the process twice more until he began stuttering and giggling like a high school girl.
"There ya go!" Doc smacked him on the back, sending me a wink when 10k collapsed, laughing.
"Hey," Addy suddenly drawled, eyes heavy. Warren had stopped the van on the side of the road to join us as did Vasquez. I had a huge stash left so I didn't mind sharing it with everyone.
"Hey what?" Warren asked, smiling as the good feelings filled her.
"We should play a game," Addy continued, munching on some dried fruit I'd given her.
"Like what?" Vasquez asked, rubbing his eyes, yawning. I'd learned some things about everyone. They each had a different reaction to the weed and I found it absolutely hilarious.
Addy was giddy and touchy feely, also had the munchies.
Doc became loud and accompanied his words with big flourishes.
Murphy got quiet and had that thousand yard stare like he was regretting his life.
Warren mellowed out a bit but was still in charge.
Vasquez got sleepy and dozed off quite a bit.
10k was all over the place. One minute he was laughing uproariously, the next he got emotional and clung to the nearest person. He also had the munchies and I found him staring hard at me at points.
I was pretty much myself but I was much bolder and honest. Doing that little trick with 10k would've never happened sober.
"Truth or dare," Addy yawned, beginning to feel sleepy as well. Unfortunately, everyone was getting tired and no one had the strength to even nod.
"I think we're too tired for a game, Addy," Warren said gently, but the redhead was already out. I giggled, putting the bong away and curling up on the blankets.
"I guess I'll keep driving then," the woman smiled lovingly at her group before getting back up front. I'd closed my eyes, about the welcome sleep when strong arms wrapped around my waist and warm breath blew against my neck.
"Mmm, so warm," I heard 10k's velvety voice in my ear, gruff from the weed. I unconsciously shivered as he melded his body against mine, burying his nose into my neck.
"Somebody's feeling good," I cooed, reaching back to pat his thigh. A quiet snore answered me, signing that the sniper was already fast asleep. I chuckled, pulling a furry blanket over us. I scooted closer to 10k, his arms tightening over my stomach as I gladly welcomed sleep.
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