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Ten Thousand

The truck stopped moving as the last zombie turned away from her, the group gone already. They were hiking down the road, away from their former home again. It might have struck a cord with her, a low sung song that would leave a lasting impression. With the horde to the North of them there wasn't much chance of her going back that way, not with that many Stalkers crowded about. Sitting in the cab she rolled her window down, watching them go until they weren't looking back at her anymore. A man had joined them from the forest too, military from the looks of it. She'd do best to avoid a man like that. Pale eyes blinked, red strands of hair catching in her lashes, sticking to the blood on her face. She pushed back her bangs with her free hand, turning the truck so it was facing forward, shutting it down and climbing out the window on top of the truck. 

10K pulled out her sniper from the cab, laying flat on her stomach on the metal topper on the truck, the machine well oiled and cleaned with meticulous detail and fixacious care. Resting it against the roof of the cab, Krystal peered through the scope to watch the group again. They were tucked together, spread out just enough with the fighters on the outside. This wasn't the first time they had had to do this she realized. It reminded her a lot of her brother, though she'd never been part of a group bigger than six. The eleven who had fought remained smaller than their original number now. They would all die in time, no doubt about that. Turning slightly to the side she scanned the trees on either side of the road ahead of them, listening for anything near her. She caught sight of Ethan for a moment, guiding his group, her gaze lingering on him before the female passed into her vision. Just one little tug on the trigger and that beast of a woman would be dead. Mercy or not. 

Krystal pushed the thought from her mind, deciding not to cause herself more trouble, and went back to scanning the trees around them. There wasn't much activity that she could see, nothing they wouldn't be able to handle if they made it. But if the Stalkers had managed to make it this close to them without them ever noticing it, then they could easily have made it passed them too. The horde had been massive, no one could know what was still dragging along. Sure enough, as they were starting to slow she saw one such Stalker near the edge of the road, half hidden by a sign that still stood. Wile none of them drew a weapon she slowed her heart, aiming carefully, and pulled the trigger. If she had calculated that properly it should have taken the bullet on the bridge of it's nose. 

The Stalker fell a moment later, dead in it's tracks. "Two-thousand, one-hundred, fifty-five." If only there were more of them nearby. She would need something to entertain her for a while. She had just woken after all. There was no tension in her shoulders today, and plenty to take out her anger on. Kyle hadn't deserved to die like that. She shouldn't have had to give him Mercy. Spotting another one slightly further up the road she aimed at that one as well, taking the risk of an imperfect calculation in favour of the rush watching the bodies fall to the ground gave her. The corner of her mouth curled up, twisting her lips into an ecstatic smirk. She really needed this. "Two-thousand, one-hundred, fifty-six." She counted them, waiting for the next to appear before it. Krystal didn't care much about the groups reaction to the zombies ahead of them falling out of apparent nowhere. Their killer too far to clearly see with the naked eye. 

"Two-thousand, one-hundred, fifty-seven." A long pause, a glance to the sky and a narrowed gaze. "I'll get there. I swear."
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