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zaynmirrors · 1 year

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Fire on Fire: Part 19 (10k)

I can’t fucking believe Murphy, well actually I can. He would find the only functioning correctional institute and then drug me and throw me in here in the middle of the fucking apocalypse. I’ve lost count of how many days I’ve been here, I should’ve started counting the medicine cups that are filled with fucking peanuts.

You want to know what he told them? I was a grieving widow, that had tried to commit suicide. Nurse Ratched “diagnosed” me with severe depression, and postpartum psychosis because he also told her my child died and I hallucinated a girl named Emma. He really covered his fucking bases. That nurse will never let me leave now.

I stayed locked in this padded cell day in and day out. Nurse keeping me doped up enough to sleep majority of the day. Keeping track of the days were impossible even if I tried. I think one day I was conscious enough to hear them struggle putting someone in the padded cell next to me but also at the same time I could’ve imagined it.

The door to my room opened, fucking nurse. “Get up Mrs. Gonzalez you’re moving to gen. pop.” Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention he gave them Angels last name to really twist the knife. How he knew Angels last name was beyond me but regardless he knew it.

I stood with the nurses help. She walked around me to stop at my back, carefully undoing the straps to the straight jacket that kept me contained. I could break her neck easily, that would be if it weren’t for the sedatives that still lived in my system.

She led the way down twisting pale walls, to a common room where a mix of nut jobs walked around. She introduced them, all except for the one in the straight jacket. Who in all honesty kinda looked like Doc. Holy shit that was Doc.

Now play it cool y/n, I sat down in the seat next to him, hearing him groan softly. A couple other patients following suit. We all sat there staring at one another until Doc awoke. Of course she mistook him for an actual doctor though I guess he really is one with his PhD.

He looked over at me keeping his face stoic. How we seemed to end up together was beyond me but I’ll gladly have the universe on my side. She of course made him diagnose patients to prove his skill was true.

“Mrs Gonzalez is our second newest patient, dropped off by her poor uncle. I was hesitant to take her in but once he said she had lost both her husband and child and was trying to join them, I knew I had to take her on.” oh spare me the righteousness act. “Would you join me Doctor to look at the newest intake?”

“Uh sure” Doc got up and went with her. I sat there alone counting down the seconds for that familiar face to show back up. Nothing against the other patrons but they weren’t my cup of tea. When Doc came back his face was unreadable.

He spoke with the nurse, I could hear bits and pieces about the patient needed meds. I stood walking closer to listen in. Doc was needing to run recon into an infested ward to get this poor patient meds.

Nurse Ratched tried to talk him out of it, saying it was a death march but Doc denied, said he’d be okay. So we all took a field trip to the infested ward that you just had to walk through to get the medications. Doc grabbed a broken IV pole as I said “I’m going with you Doctor” before Nurse Ratched had any time to detest Doc handed me the other half of the IV pole. Nurse Ratched sighed heavily and opened the door.

Once the doors shut behind us we headed down the hall. “How the hell did you get here” Doc started but stopped before asking anything else as a Z came toward him. He easily piked it. “Murphy” was the only answer he needed before he sighed and said “Damn Murphy, hey kid not to freak you out but we’re getting meds for 10K”

I paused, every emotion I could think of running through me at once and just landing in the pit of my stomach. “He’s here?” Doc nodded, I pushed the feelings that threatened to spill out of my throat down. “What’s going on?”

Doc sighed entering the pharmacy, “I don’t know, he’s all kinds of fucked up right now” opening the cabinets he began taking bottles of medication and putting them in the pillow case. “He’s mumbling about you and Emma, hell murphy too.” Guilt panged in my chest, this wasn’t going to be easy. Seeing him and explaining everything all the while he’s for a lack of better words dying.

I stayed silent as we made our way back, Pete the OCD patient letting us back in. Doc made off to the surgery suite they held 10K in. I stood at the door watching as Doc started mixing medications together and making some fucked science concoction. He pulled it up in a syringe as 10k started seizing again. “A little help!” Doc shouted towards me.

I lept into action pulling him over to the side making sure he wouldn’t choke to death. Doc shoved the needle into his ass and injected him. 10K lolled back and laid there for a moment before julting up. “How you feel?” Doc asked.

“I don’t know” He said before falling back against the gurney and immediately snoring. I walked out after that, not being able to see him like that and not being able to the thought of him waking up and seeing me.

I sat in the common room after that, away in a corner with a book even though I’m wasn’t reading it in the slightest, just stared at the pages until they looked like alphabet soup. “Y/n” Doc said my name softly pulling me from my daze. I looked up at him to see Elvis holding onto a conscious 10k. “He’s still really out of it but we gotta get out of here” I couldn’t agree more.

While they’re doing their recreation time we sneak out the back. “There’s bus over there” Doc says holding up 10ks almost dead weight. I run over and start hot wiring the bus and drive it as close to Doc and 10k as I can.

Doc gets 10k louded and takes over the driver's seat, I take the seat behind him. 10K slept a couple seats behind us. “I literally have no idea what to say when he wakes up”

Doc sighed “Just tell him the truth, be honest with him. The kid loves you and I’m sure he’d understand” I could only hope he did. Only hope he didn’t resent me for what I did. I also hope that Emma was still doing okay.

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Part 20

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topazy · 1 year

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Inside, outside

Pairings: 10k x reader, Addy Carver x sister reader

Warnings: Blood, violence and swearing

Chapter: 4.05

“Why does the apocalypse always have to be so hot?” Murphy groans.

Usually you’d roll your eyes at his moaning, but he was right. You could all feel the sun burning your backs or your scalps and necks, and you didn’t have much water left. “Probably the global warming thing everyone used to talk about pre-apocalypse.”

“Don’t sass me,” he huffs. “If this were pre-apocalyptic days, you’d be paying for my therapy.”

You and Warren share a curious look. You shrug, “I’ll bite, what the hell are you talking about, Murphy?”

“You two,” he points accusingly at you and 10K. “I overheard the two of you last night... fornicating and when you thought everyone else was asleep.”

“That’s impossible; we were nowhere even near camp last,” 10k argues.

Your cheeks blush as you avoid making eye contact with anyone.

“Yeah, well, that may be true, but I went for a walk so I could pee in privacy and got traumatized instead.”

Warren shakes her head and tells him to shut up just as Sarge stops in front of you and motions to a large truck that’s parked in the middle of the road. “What do you think? I say we check it out.”

“I dunno, it seems easy. Nobody just leaves vehicles like that behind.”

“You’re right, so let’s move in easy,” Warren says. “Sarge and I will check it out, Murphy watch Lucy. 10k and Doc, you guys cover us, and Astra, you watch over Murphy and Lucy.”

Murphy scrunches his face up at her comment. Warren and Sarge checked the front of the truck and cleared it so Lucy could check it for Z’s.

“If anyone’s in there, they aren’t dead,” she says, walking around the truck.

A vague feeling of deja vu comes over you as you think back to all the traps you’ve fallen into before. “I don’t like this, I think we should keep walking.”

Before anyone could reply, the truck's engine turned on, apparently by itself. Somehow someone was controlling it remotely. You, 10k, Sarge, and Doc all aim their guns towards the front screen of the truck.

“Lower your weapons,” Warren says. “Let’s keep going by foot.”

You all start to walk silently, remaining on the road, until Lucy spins around and points at the truck that is following you, “Look!”

Every time your group walked up the road, a vehicle followed. Someone was stalking you.

“I think we should run towards the tree line over to our left,” you say, pointing to a forest area that was only a five-minute walk away as the truck's engine revs louder. “The houses would block it from following us, so we would have enough time to hide from whoever this is.”

Warren shakes her head, “no, I’m going in.” She marches towards the truck, saying, “Doc, Astra, and 10k cover the cab. Sarge, if anything bad happens, shoot the tyres first, then the engine. Murphy, stay with Lucy! Nobody shoots until I say.”

Reluctantly, you raise your gun and follow her orders, even though your gut tells you to run.

Warren slowly opens the side of the door, and a loud screeching sound fills the air, causing everyone to clasp their hands over their ears before falling to the ground.

—

Frantically, you start to search every inch of the morgue for your friends, who were hiding from an oncoming horde of Z’s.

“They aren’t here,” a soft voice says from behind you.

You look over your shoulder and let out a little gasp at the sight of Cassandra, who is smiling at you. You feel tears rise to your eyes as she walks towards you, looking like she did before she was bitten. before the virus spread across the world. She looked healthy.

She sits down at a table and makes motions for you to do the same thing. You plop down in the chair across from her and immediately hear laughter.

“What are you remembering?” She asks.

“We took shelter here to hide from a horde of Z’s,” you feel your warm tears run down your cheeks. “We sat around this table laughing and eating all the food Murphy found.”

She smiles fondly at the memory. “Meeting you guys was the best thing that happened to me in the apocalypse. I know what it means now to be truly a part of something good.”

“You died.”

“I know.”

“I hit you over the head with a rock.”

“I know.”

“I killed you.”

Cassandra’s shiny, dark hair moved softly as she shook her head. She reaches her hand out for yours and says, “No, you didn't. I was already dead.”

“I’m sorry,” you tighten the grip on her hand. “I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” she said tearfully. “I was glad it was you in the end who showed me mercy. Tommy would never have been able to do it. I would have killed one of my friends without meaning it, which would have been much worse because he’s still human.”

You scoff lightly and wipe at his eyes, saying, “Mostly anyway, Murphy bit him, then he died and came back. It's a long story.”

“I know,” her brown eyes welled up. “I’ve been with you every step of the way, I never truly left you guys.”

You completely let your emotions go and sobbed into the back of your hand, “I wish this was real.”

“Who says it’s not?”

You awaken with a start and feel a tightness when you struggle to move. You were trapped inside a wooden box that was positioned upright, so you were tightened.

You try to force the wooden panel open but it doesn’t work, “oh shit, shit, shit.”

“Don’t force it or they’ll start setting off the alarm.”

“Murphy?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he sighs. “We’re the only ones here.”

A horrifying realization hits you, everyone else could be much worse off, “we need to get out and find our people.”

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing? I've got a daughter who hates me to save!”

You chuckle, “Caring about others suits you.”

He pauses.

You think you’ve hit a nerve until he starts talking in his normal sarcastic tone, “I know what you're thinking.”

“What’s that?”

“None of this would have happened if Warren had listened to you and we’d gone into the damn woods.”

You roll your eyes before pounding on the wood again. “The thought never even crossed my mind.”

“Sure, sure, play that card.”

You stop pondering and sigh, “Murphy, Lucy doesn’t hate you. Despite being able to talk to dead people, she’s still just a teenage girl.”

He makes a grunting noise in response. Seconds later, the sound of something metal hitting the floor and the room filling with smoke.

—

You sit up confused, despite your last memory of being trapped inside a wooden box breathing in toxic gas, you were now in an open field, surrounded by long grass. You get up and walk until you reach the edge of the hill you're standing on and look down at the Sisters of Mercy camp.

Didn’t it get destroyed? You frown, remembering how twisted the people who run the place were.

“I still hate them too.”

You spin around to see Mack standing behind you; you go up to him and hug him tightly. You suddenly realized whatever was in the gas was making you hallucinate, but you were grateful because you’d now got to see two people whose grief at losing you hadn’t fully come to terms with yet.

“Your sister is not with you?” He asks, stepping back.

“Mack,” you knew by the tone of his voice that he was in an argumentative mood. “Don’t start, I’ve no idea when I’ll wake up.”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know. She keeps leaving,” you shrug. “You know what Addy’s like more than anyone, she does whatever she wants.”

“Do you miss her?” He asks seriously.

You nod, “all the time. I miss you too.”

“Next time you see her, don’t let her go, you need each other.” Mack pulls you into him again and kisses the top of your head. “I’m so proud of you, Astra; you’ve come so far.”

You rest your head against his chest and try to find the words to thank him for all the times he has saved you, but nothing comes out.

“Also, tell 10K to always treat you right. If not, I have no problem going Freddie Kruger on his ass and strangling him in his sleep.”

You laugh at Mack’s comment before slowly feeling him disappear.

You woke to the sound of coughing nearby, followed by thumping. “Doc? Doc is that you?” Murphy calls out, “Doc, are you alright?”

“Doc’s fine. Just some nerve gas or something,” 10k replies. “I’m fine too, thanks for asking.”

Murphy ignores his comment and yells, “Is Astra with you?! She was with me, but they threw the gas in, and I haven’t heard from her since.”

“No, I've not seen her since we got here,” you could hear the panic in his voice. “How was she? Was she hurt?”

“I never physically saw her, but she sounded drugged out of her mind when I first heard her; she kept rambling the same things.”

“What was she saying?” Doc asks, his voice sounding huskier than normal.

“Something about a rock and forgiveness, the girl wasn’t making much sense then she suddenly snapped out of it.” Astra wanted to escape and find you guys, but we got gassed. “Maybe she got out.”

10k goes silent for a moment before saying, “Doc, help me kick this down.”

Unable to talk from the dryness in your throat from the gas, you find the strength to weakly bang on the side of the wood to let them know you were there.

“Astra? Astra, is that you?” 10k asks, his voice laced with fear.

You manage to croak out a yes. From the distance, you’d guess you were in a separate room from the rest of them.

“I’m glad you're okay,” Warren says. Her voice surprised you since she’d been silent the whole time. “We go to find a way out here or they’re going to kill us one by one.”

“Who’s running this show? What's their problem?” Doc asks, frustrated.

The same screeching sound from the truck fills the room. Warren tells everyone to fight falling asleep, but it’s impossible as you're completely black.

—

You watch as the waves crash into the rocks below and smile as your nostrils are filled with sea air. You feel a presence behind you but don’t need to turn around to know who it is, “things would have been so different if you’d come with us.”

“It is what it is.”

“That’s such a thing you thing to say,” you turn around to face Vasquez.

His face is stern like it was when you first met him. “I was wrong. Love doesn’t make you weak. It gives you strength, something to fight for.”

Before you can react, you feel a sharp pain in your stomach and fall to the ground. Vasquez kneels down beside you with a concerned look on his face. “How is the pain real when none of this is?”

“I don’t know.”

You gulp down as your body starts to tremble with pain, and through gritted teeth you ask, “Did you find your family?”

He finally smiles and says, “I did, and you're about to find yours.”

You let out a loud scream as the piercing pain continued to sweep across your stomach. You open your eyes and see a man with a disfigured face leaning over you, slicing the flesh on your stomach with his knife.

He notices that you're awake and giggles like a child. You lean forward to headbutt him, but he moves fast, and you end up cracking your nose off his skull. He trips you up, and you land on the ground with a thud. The man kicks you in the face, causing your vision to blur. He goes to kick you again, but you extend your foot, kicking him in the balls. The knife falls from his grip, you catch it and stab him in the neck. You gag as his blood sprays across your body.

A hell escapes your lips as his limp body falls on top of you. You manage to pull your arm out from underneath him to move it far enough to stab the knife into his head. The weight of the man, who is much larger than you, begins to crush you, making it hard for you to breathe.

The door to the room swings open, and you mentally prepare yourself to try and fight, even though you’ll most likely die.

“Oh, my lord,” Warren starts to shove the man’s body off you. “She’s in here! Sarge, help me get her up.”

Sarge joins her in pushing the man off you, and you feel oxygen filling your lungs as normal again.

Here, Sarge extends her hand to help you up as footsteps approach faster down the hallway outside. “10k, we’re in here.”

10k runs into the room and freezes. His eyes trace all the blood that covers your body. Not having time to ask any questions, he picks you up in bridal style and starts to run towards a staircase where the others are waiting.

“What happened to her?” Murphy asks while leading the way up the stairs.

“We’ll get to that later,” Warren says sternly before shoving the door open at the top of the stairs leading outside.

10k’s grip on you tightens, “that’s not good.”

With your good eye, you follow his trail of vision and notice seven wooden coffins. The screeching noise pierces the air, and again, 10k falls to the ground with you in his arms.

—

You're only awake for a few moments before the wooden box you're trapped in is opened and you're caught as you fall forward. 10k picks you up again, and Doc shoves a cloth over your stomach to try and stop the bleeding. “Try and hold this kid; we’ll get a proper look at you once we’re out of here and fix you right up.”

“How? We don’t have any supplies.”

“We do now,” Lucy says cheerfully, “not only did Carson save us but he showed me where to find a first aid kit.”

You grip onto 10k’s jacket, “Do you see the Z walking beside us?”

“That’s Carson.”

His answer didn’t make you any less confused. You zone in and out as men try to block the hallway leading to the way out, but Carson attacks them, turning them all into Zs. You weren’t sure if it was a hallucination or not, but you could have sworn you saw Murphy get bitten on the arm by a Z when he pulled his daughter away from them.

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You and your group make it outside just as the screeching starts again, but everyone runs away and it seems to stop. “Okay, Tommy, you need to put me down before you collapse.”

Reluctantly kneel down so he can fully catch his breath, at the same time, Murphy falls to the ground and starts shaking. “I think he bit me.”

Doc rolls up Murphy's sleeve to reveal a bite mark, “But he’s immune, right?”

“Not anymore, not since he was cured,” Warren confirms.

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Lucy and Doc help Murphy walk, while 10k helps you. You still needed a probing look over, but from Doc’s quick assessment, he said you’d need the cut on your stomach stitched up and cleaned. You had a possible broken nose and a lump on the side of your head from being kicked from behind.

You let out a sound of disgust as you could see so far down the road and saw the truck again, the only difference was that there was another vehicle and more belongings scattered across the road. “They are still taking people.”

“Those sons of a bitch,” Warren opens the car door for Murphy to get into the back seat, then opens the boot, “it will be easier for Doc to look at the wound if you're laying down.”

You groan as you lean back in the boot. While the others, minus yourself and Murphy, gather the belongings that have been left behind, Warren approaches you and squeezes your shoulder, saying, “For what it’s worth, I should have listened to you. We should have run.”

A smile finds its way onto your lips, “It is what it is.”

#z nation #10k x you #10k x reader #10k z nation #z nation fandom #z nation fanfiction #z nation 10k #roberta warren #z nation warren #murphy z nation #steven doc beck #doc z nation #10k/you #10k/reader

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zombies-and-trolls · 1 year

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Murphy is so babygirl and he knows it.

“Where’s my rose? You’re supposed to bring me a rose.”

And then him playing with it after Warren drops it in his lap ohh my god-

#z nation #znation #alvin murphy #murphy z nation #murphy znation #roberta warren #warren z nation #warren znation

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ricepaperboi · 2 months

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#Roberta Warren #z nation

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disdaidal · 2 years

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z nation - 1x3 “philly feast”

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dazedstarr · 1 year

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How I think Addy Carver Would Act in a Relationship

note; yes ik we saw her w mack but i don’t rly count that

she’d want to switch being the big and little spoon, when she’s the big spoon she’d play with your hair while holding you

she’d be extremely protective; putting herself in front of you anytime new people come around or when you’re about to face off against Z’s/enemies

while driving she’d put her hand on your thigh

she would go batshit crazy to get to you if you were separated, she couldn’t stand to lose you

when you two work together you are unstoppable, both smarts wise and strong wise. she sees your love as a strength rather than a weakness which

lmk if you want a part 2 or something similar (:

#addy carver #z nation #roberta warren #z nation 10k #10k x reader #x reader #zombie

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bee-58415 · 1 year

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Warphy fanart, and I regret nothing

#warphy #z nation #alvin murphy #murphy #roberta warren #warren #warren x murphy #murphy and warren

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harlstiel · 1 year

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In honor of a show I love geting taken off of netflix, here’s to Z Nation. Probably my healthiest cping mechanism tbf.

#z nation #roberta warren #10k #doc #alvin murphy #addison carver #addy carver #cassandra #sarge #lilley mueller #Lucy Murphy #serena #kaya #citizen z

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jugger-heads · 2 years

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more of this

#z nation #random doodles #blend 10k #10k z nation #murphy z nation #doc z nation #addison carver #roberta warren #syfy z nation

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kedreeva · 2 years

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-None of them with very good taste... or staying power. ↳ Z Nation | 1.10

Another for @botanicallyinclinednerd

#z nation #doc #steven doc beck #roberta warren #my gifs #I love the look she gives him when she says this #they have been friends for a LONG ass time #since the days of Sharknado #no I will not be letting that go

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kilibaggins · 1 year

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He’s Alive

Alvin Murphy x Roberta Warren

Summary: “I feel…” Murphy hesitates for a moment, “Dead.”

“You’re not dead, yet,” Warren says, putting emphasis on the word ‘yet’ with a small smirk on her face.

“How do I know that?” Murphy asks.

Also on Archive of our Own

Warnings: Murphy mentions how he feels dead (as seen in the summary) and wonders how he can know if he is or not. Machete is seen but not used. The possibility of violence is mentioned but is not present.

A/N: I actually really enjoy this fanfic and I’m happy I wrote it! I saw the prompt “cold hands in warm hands” and almost instantly thought of Murphy and Warren! I hope you enjoy, it’s my first time writing them!

Word Count: 782

“Murphy.”

Murphy keeps looking out the small window, a blanket wrapped around his cold body. The snow falling outside makes him even colder than he normally is. He tightens the blanket around himself and shivers slightly. He hears Warren’s footsteps approach, the loud clunky sound of her boots banging against the rickety wooden floor.

There’s another seat next to him and she takes it, not bothering to ask. He likes that about her. Warren’s always willing to do what she wants and needs without worrying. It reminds him of himself, but really they’re different. Murphy makes the choices for himself, while she makes them for herself and everyone else as well.

She puts down her machete, the silver glinting in the light coming from the window. It reminds him how truly powerful she is. He likes that about her too. Her ability to do what she wants, the ability to hurt those who could hurt her or any of them. She could kill him any second, in various ways.

Warren leans forward, her elbows on her knees, looking at him with curiosity. She does this a lot. She studies him, reading him like an open book, as if she’s always had the key to the padlock Murphy had expertly designed to protect all of his precious feelings.

“Out with it,” Warren says, her tone slightly stern and it takes all of Murphy’s willpower not to snap back. Warren wouldn’t be hurt if he did, that’s not why he doesn’t want to. Warren would honestly probably laugh. It’s their thing. They snap at eachother, they’re sarcastic with one another, so why does Murphy just want to hold her hands. Why does he just want to be soft with her and have her be soft with him.

“I’m just cold,” Murphy grumbles and Warren raises an eyebrow, not really believing him. It’s not really a lie, Warren knows this just as much as Murphy does, it’s cold out. It’s snowing, and Murphy’s already a cold guy as it is, Murphy tries not to equate it to the way someone must feel on the brink of death; as if all of their life is leaving them, so it’s entirely reasonable that he’d be cold.

But that’s not all.

“Liar,” Warren says, sitting back in the chair and crossing her arms. She’s still looking at him as if she’s reading a mystery novel. Murphy tries to ignore her from his spot but honestly that does the opposite of proving anything. It makes him look more suspicious. Murphy takes a breath and keeps looking out the window.

“I feel…” Murphy hesitates for a moment, “Dead.”

They sit there in silence for a moment, Warren looking at him and Murphy staring out the window, trying his best not to let himself show his true emotions even though he knows she can see them. She always can.

“You’re not dead, yet,” Warren says, putting emphasis on the word ‘yet’ with a small smirk on her face. Murphy scoffs and shifts in his seat, tightening the blanket around himself again.

“How do I know that?” Murphy asks. Warren looks at him confused for a moment, before noticing the way he shivers. She leans forward and grabs at the corner of the blanket, slightly pulling it out of the way. She grabs one of his blue, cold hands and holds it between both of her warm ones.

“You feel that?” She waits for him to nod, “That’s how you know. You can feel me, and that’s all that matters.”

Murphy looks down at her hands and smiles before closing his eyes, allowing himself to savor the feeling. Warren lets go of his hands a minute later and he opens his eyes, panicked, and notices her moving her chair closer. She rips away the blanket and wraps it around the both of them. It’s an uncomfortable position, Warren sitting in one chair with armrests and Murphy in another. Murphy leans his head against her shoulder and feels her warmth quickly filling his very soul.

Sometimes Murphy feels dead. When he’s sitting alone, the cold biting at his already old finger tips. When he’s able to walk through the crowds of dead ones without even the smallest scratch, or when he’s in danger. When he closes his eyes at night and sees nothingness…

But it’s moments like these that remind him that he’s alive. When Warren punches his shoulder. When Warren makes him roll his eyes. When he’s able to lay here and feel her warmth. When he’s able to feel safe, even with someone who could hurt him. She chooses not to.

That’s what matters.

He has picked a side.

He’s alive.

#ry.original #z nation #znation #roberta warren #alvin murphy #murphy z nation #roberta warren z nation #roberta warren x alvin murphy #alvin murphy x roberta warren #warphy #my fanfic #idk what else to tag this <3 #not requested

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