Mechanic of the apocalypse (fem pov)
The eight men are pinned down inside an abandoned building. Windows barricaded, ammunition running low, and the horde steadily pushing through the surrounding streets. Philza is trying to coordinate an evacuation while Sam keeps track of their remaining ammunition. Then their radio crackles. Y/n: "Heyyy, anyone need a lift?" Philza: "Identify yourself." Y/n: "Your friendly neighbourhood mechanic. Heard you boys were having a little zombie problem." Technoblade: "We've got a horde closing in. You alone?" Y/n: "Depends. Are we counting the passengers?" Wilbur: "What passengers?" Y/n: "Never mind. Two blocks out. Stay away from the dead, and the corner of the roadway.” Naturally, they assume it's some young bloke with more confidence than sense. Then they hear music. Loud music. Getting louder. And suddenly a ridiculous, heavily armoured vehicle comes screaming around the corner, headlights blazing, music absolutely deafening. Y/n whips the steering wheel around, swings the back end into the horde, and ploughs through a massive chunk of infected. The vehicle finally skids sideways in front of the building. The music is still playing. The driver's door opens. Driver's door swings open. Out climbs a figure in dirty overalls, heavy boots, welding gloves and a full welding helmet. A machine gun is slung across her chest, and she's carrying herself like she just popped down to the shops. Y/n says. “WHAT'S UP, NEED A RIDE?" Schlatt is already laughing. Wilbur is staring at y/n like he's trying to process the last thirty seconds. Techno is assessing the weapon and the vehicle. Sam is mentally cataloguing every modification he wants to inspect. Philza is wondering whether this person has any survival instinct whatsoever. Then someone asks, "What's your name, kid?" She reaches up, flips the welding helmet off, and shakes her hair loose. And suddenly everyone realizes their rescuer is a woman, possibly one of if not the last woman alive! Y/n looks at them. “WHAT? YOU NEVER SEEN
Mechanic of the apocalypse (fem pov)
The eight men are pinned down inside an abandoned building. Windows barricaded, ammunition running low, and the horde steadily pushing through the surrounding streets. Philza is trying to coordinate an evacuation while Sam keeps track of their remaining ammunition. Then their radio crackles. Y/n: "Heyyy, anyone need a lift?" Philza: "Identify yourself." Y/n: "Your friendly neighbourhood mechanic. Heard you boys were having a little zombie problem." Technoblade: "We've got a horde closing in. You alone?" Y/n: "Depends. Are we counting the passengers?" Wilbur: "What passengers?" Y/n: "Never mind. Two blocks out. Stay away from the dead, and the corner of the roadway.” Naturally, they assume it's some young bloke with more confidence than sense. Then they hear music. Loud music. Getting louder. And suddenly a ridiculous, heavily armoured vehicle comes screaming around the corner, headlights blazing, music absolutely deafening. Y/n whips the steering wheel around, swings the back end into the horde, and ploughs through a massive chunk of infected. The vehicle finally skids sideways in front of the building. The music is still playing. The driver's door opens. Driver's door swings open. Out climbs a figure in dirty overalls, heavy boots, welding gloves and a full welding helmet. A machine gun is slung across her chest, and she's carrying herself like she just popped down to the shops. Y/n says. “WHAT'S UP, NEED A RIDE?" Schlatt is already laughing. Wilbur is staring at y/n like he's trying to process the last thirty seconds. Techno is assessing the weapon and the vehicle. Sam is mentally cataloguing every modification he wants to inspect. Philza is wondering whether this person has any survival instinct whatsoever. Then someone asks, "What's your name, kid?" She reaches up, flips the welding helmet off, and shakes her hair loose. And suddenly everyone realizes their rescuer is a woman, possibly one of if not the last woman alive! Y/n looks at them. “WHAT? YOU NEVER SEEN
