A/N: Hello, and welcome to the first installment of Misadventures! "Misadventures" is the name I have given to my "filler chapters." Filler chapters contain scenarios that I have come up with, and are not in the show itself. Call them "In-between-episodes" chapters. I will be writing these when "actual" chapters are taking longer to write than I had originally anticipated.
Enjoy!

1st Person POV

Ah, the open road. Filled with freedom, fresh air... and Z's. Mack, Addy, 10k and I were in the bed of the truck. It's been a day since the refinery incident, and I have yet to ask about Cassandra's 'not-friend'. Pushing that aside, I looked at Mack and Addy as they shared a devious grin towards 10k and I.

"What?" I questioned, suspicious.

"We have a challenge for you two, to see who's the better sniper." Addy spoke excitedly. I raised my brow as 10k shot her a weary glance.

"Don't worry, I think you two will love it." Mack reassured with a smile. "Plus, it'll help all of us pass the time."

"Now that's what I like to hear!" Doc chimed in from the backseat. I always forget that window is almost always open.

"Wanna know what it is?" Addy inquired. I simply shrugged.

"Sure, why not." I looked at 10k, who looked at Addy with a slight nod of his head.

"We're calling it, 'Sniper Horse'." Addy proclaimed proudly. Mack explained further.

"It's like Horse in basketball. One of you takes a shot, and the other copies it. Whoever messes up first loses."

"Does the winner get a prize?" Murphy asked through the window.

Even he was interested.

Mack and Addy shared a glance before shrugging.

"Bragging rights?" Addy suggested sheepishly. I could hear everyone chuckle from inside the truck, causing myself to laugh softly.

"Good enough for me. I'm in." Addy smiled and looked to 10k, who shrugged. We took that as a sign that he was down.

"Okay, I'm the ref." Mack grinned as he and Addy watched 10k and I get into position with our rifles set on the side of the truck. Mack grabbed a spare scope from my bag to use as a type of telescope.

"Everybody, welcome to the first ever game of Sniper Horse!" Addy announced loud enough for Warren and Garnett to hear at the front of the truck. "Today's contestants are Ms. Alrrami, ex-sniper of Camp Blue Sky, and Mr. Ten Thousand, origin unknown. Please also give a warm welcome to our honorable Referee, Mack Thompson, and his amazingly beautiful right-hand-woman, Addison Carver!" We all laughed at how serious, yet playful she was. "Round One is now beginning! Mr. Thompson, please call the first shot." Mack raised the scope to his eye.

"First target, farmer boy at 2 o'clock! 10k, you're up!" 10k and I quickly located the target. As if it was slow motion, I watched as his bullet skillfully entered the Z's skull. "What a shot!" Mack proclaimed. "Think you can do any better to that Z at 11?" He challenged me. I simply smirked and lined up my shot, pulling the trigger.

Right through the eye.

"Bullseye! Pun intended." Mack grinned at his pun, causing everyone to laugh. I glanced inside the truck and noticed everyone, with the exception of Warren who was driving, was looking out the right windows of the truck to watch the game.

"This is the closest thing I've seen to a sport in years!" Garnett called from the passenger's seat, and more laughs rang out.

This was actually fun.

"Alright 10k, your next target is preacher man straight ahead!" Another shot, another perfect hit.

"Alrrami, you're up! Teen at 1!" Mack announced. I took my aim, and shot just as we hit a bump in the road. By some luck I still managed to hit my target- barely. "He's down!" Addy confirmed.

"These kids are lethal." Murphy pointed out from the back seat. "Glad they're on my team."

"For once, I agree with Mr. Congeniality back there." Garnett grinned and shot a smile our way.

"Alright, hate to cut this short but we need supplies." We all groaned at Warren's sad, but true statement. She pulled over in front of what used to be Walmart, slowing to a stop by a back door that had a red and white sign on it that read "Employee's Only" in bold letters.

"Wait, who won?" 10k asked as we jumped over the side of the truck, landing on the pavement with a soft thud.

"Tie?" Doc suggested. We all agreed as the nine of us approached the ominous door.

"Alright, here's the plan." Warren pulled out her gun, holding it in her right hand as her left hand rested on the handle of her machete on her hip. "Mack, Addy and Doc, you three are going to take the far left isles. Alrrami, 10k, Cassandra, take the middle sections. Garnett and I will take Murphy and check the right." We all nodded as we readied our weapons. Warren gave us all her 'be ready' look as she slowly opened the door.

As the door was opened, a nerve-wracking creak sounded out and echoed throughout the store. I absentmindedly clutched my rifle closer. Warren knocked lightly on the wall, and we all stood deathly still, listening closely for any movement inside.

A shuffle in the distance turned into a growl and a run- coming straight for us. Warren freed her machete from its spot on her hip, and shoved it right into the, now, permanently dead Z's temple. Listening one last time for any threats and hearing nothing in return, we deemed it safe enough to enter the building.

I looked around the large-ish room the door had led to, the nine of us all standing in it at once made it feel smaller than it was. I shifted on my feet as Garnett opened the door that led into the actual store. This room is part of Warren, Garnett and Murphy's assigned side, so it's left to them to see if there is anything useful hidden within it.

Another knock on the wall, a Z who's cause of death was Addy's Z-Whacker, and we were officially in. We all silently wished each other luck with various nods, pats on the backs or shoulders, and fist bumps, before separating into our groups of three and heading to our designated search areas.

Personally, I didn't expect to find anything useful.

However, this was a Walmart Supercenter, so there was a slight possibility of finding something.

Each group had about twelve isles to search in total. Warren had warned us to stay together in case of any unwanted surprises, so splitting up wasn't an option. My group and I approached the first isle in our search- the craft isle.

"I don't see how any of this will help." Cassandra admitted, holding up a roll of yarn. "Unless one of us is planning on learning how to knit." She suggested. I laughed softly and shook my head, walking towards the center of the isle. The sewing section. I found an empty thread box on the shelf and started putting any thick thread and decent needles into it, creating makeshift suture kits.

I decided to throw in a few small spools of ribbon as well, just in case. Deciding I had grabbed anything of use from this section, I closed up the medium-sized container and stuck it into a large craft bag I discovered on my way out of the isle.

The bag was huge, and would be perfect to put more stuff into rather than filling up the bags on our backs. The next isle we wandered into was useless; filled with party supplies, gift bags and cards.

I was tempted to grab a few birthday cards, but opted against it.

The third isle was a home isle. Pots, pans, coffee pots, toasters. I decided to grab a small frying pan and a soup pot. You never know when we could find some beans or canned meat. Cassandra added a package of assorted plastic utensils, paper plates and bowls, and toilet paper and napkins that she found in the next isle to the bag. The fifth isle was pet supplies, useless. Next, beauty products.

Cassandra and I smiled at each other excitedly and grabbed as much shampoo, conditioner, soap, body wash, deodorant and lotion as was necessary. We also grabbed a few hair brushes. 10k even went back to the craft isle to grab a few more bags, handing one to Cassandra before filling one up for the boys.

Once we were satisfied we had enough hygiene products to last a few months, we walked into the seventh isle. The only product useful here was laundry detergent, which we grabbed a couple jugs of and slid into 10k's bag. We also decided to slide a couple of boxes of dryer sheets into his bag for good measure.

The next isle was women's undergarments, again sparking excitement inside of Cassandra and I. We both looked over to 10k, who was shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

"The next aisle should be men's." I informed him, and he nodded quickly before taking off towards that direction. Cass and I shared a playful eye roll before adding two packages of socks, a few different bras (guessing Addy and Warren's sizes), and a couple packages of underwear to her bag.

Satisfied we got the comfiest fits, we joined 10k in the men's section. He placed a package of boxers in his bag before nodding towards us, signifying he was ready to move on.

The tenth isle was women's period products, which again made the male sniper uncomfortable.

"Check the next aisle." Cass and I said together, and again, watched 10k rush off. We shared a chuckle and put a few boxes of tampons into my bag. We also grabbed a couple packages of pads and feminine wipes. Joining 10k in the second to last aisle, we caught him testing some different colognes. We shrugged and joined him, spraying different perfumes and keeping a couple that we liked.

After our noses had been eradicated of the smell of rotting death for the time being, we walked into the last aisle. Baby products, useless. Cassandra decided to grab a couple of baby blankets anyway, never know when you're gonna need a piece of cloth to use as a sling or something. They could also make good rags.

We used our spare time to walk over to the clothes section. Cassandra grabbed a new gray hoodie and a pair of khaki colored jeans. I found a new pair of solid black skinny jeans, a black cropped tee, and a black and white bandana to hold my baby hairs out of my face. We both also decided to grab a spare outfit.

After quickly changing in the dressing rooms, I looked over to 10k, who was on guard for us, allowing us to temporarily be normal girls. We walked over to the shoes, and decided we were happy with what we had on. This didn't stop Cass from grabbing a new pair of sneakers, and myself from grabbing a new pair of black combat boots to add to our nearly full bags.

"Do you wanna see what the men's section has?" I asked 10k, who simply shrugged and started walking in that direction. Cass and I followed behind him, this time guarding him as he searched. All he grabbed was a black sleeveless vest and fingerless gloves. After deciding we were done "shopping", we walked back to the room we first entered through, and discovered we were the last to finish.

"It's about time, we were ready to come looking for you." Warren teased. I noticed we weren't the only ones to grab a change of clothes, as everyone else was sporting an improved look.

"Did anybody run into any zombies in there?" Doc asked as we exited the building and made our way back to the truck. We all gave various versions of the word "no".

"That's kind of weird." Garnett mumbled to himself as we all assumed our previous positions in the truck. Guess he spoke too soon, as the second the truck started, a whole swarm of Z's ran around the corner of the building- at least three or four dozen of them. 10k and I immediately started shooting some down, Mack and Addy joining in as Warren sped away.

"You jinxed it!" Murphy shouted, watching the scene behind him from the back window.

"Pick it up, Warren!" I yelled as the swarm started gaining some ground on us.

"I'm trying!" She shouted back as the truck sputtered slightly.

Oh, please Lord not like this.

As if hearing my prayer, the truck kicked into high gear and started picking up speed, finally putting some distance between us and the Z's. Once out of the immediate line of danger, we all relaxed; catching our breath from the panic that had washed over us.

We spent some time going over what everyone had gathered, and playing a few more rounds of Sniper Horse before it got too dark.

As night fell, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep, my thoughts ran wild. I thought about everything from my little apocalyptic family and lifestyle, to California, to 10k and how mysterious he was, and how determined I was to crack his shell. I smiled as I drifted out of reality.