Karma // 10k Fic // Completed

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"Hey, can we slow it down a little?" Doc asked when another bump in the road caused Murphy to groan. "He's still with us." Doc said.

"Where are we anyway?" Murphy asked.

"Looks like we just blew through what's left of Eerie, Indiana." Lilly said.

"I spent some time there pre-Apocalypse. Good people. Kinda weird, but man they like to party." Doc said.

Warren began to speed up.

"Lieutenant Warren? Watch out for that... -" Lilly started. Warren slammed into a z and kept driving. "-... Zombie." Lilly finished.

"Warren, I know it's the Apocalypse and all, but could you maybe slow down a little?" Doc asked. Warren drifted into a turn and slung everyone to the left. My hand involuntarily gripped 10k's thigh. 

"What the hell, Warren?!" Doc cursed.

"Where are we going?" Lucy asked. Murphy began to gasp.

"He's going into cardiac arrest!" Doc yelled.

"He don't look so good." Tommy said.

"Thanks for the diagnosis." Doc said.

"Stop the car!" Lucy yelled. 

"Warren! For the love of Pete and Pete, pull over!" Doc begged.

"It's ok. It's ok." Lucy concoled her father.

"Lieutenant Warren? Lieutenant Warren? Warren, stop! - Warren!" Lilly yelled.

Warren was now speeding towards a building and didn't look like she was going to stop. 10k grabbed my body and pressed me into my seat in the corner. Warren slammed on the brakes, tires squealing as we skidded to a stop. Everyone breathed before getting out. 

"We've got a ticking man here. He might turn any minute." Lilly said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who said anything about turning? I'm fine. See?" Murphy said before he threw up black goo.

"Let's get him inside." Warren said.

"Zombies! Six o'clock!" 10k warned. The both of us keeping them at bay.

"Eight thousand one." He said. My head snapped in his direction.

"You're counting? You're counting! Numbers! Whoo Hoo!" I yelled extremely happy.

"Someone's happy" He smiled.

"I got my number counting zombie slaying sexy boyfriend back" I slapped his back and left him to blush behind me.

"How is he?" Warren asked.

"Who knows? He's a walking petri dish." Doc said. They laid him on the table.

"Help him!" Lucy cried.

"There's not much we can do." Doc said.

"He's not gonna turn on us, is he?" 10k asked.

"What is he talking about?" Murphy worried.

"Don't worry. We got your heart started again. That is, if it was beating in the first place. You've been in and out of consciousness, man." Doc explained

"Hey, maybe you're still immune." Lucy hoped.

"I've been cured six ways to hell and back. That's gotta be good for something, right?" Murphy asked.

"I hate to be a Debbie Downer, but I don't think you're out of the woods yet." Doc said.

"Maybe we should uh..." Tommy trailed off.