As the apocalypse waned on, the group of survivors at the heart of Z Nation had grown accustomed to the unconventional, often making do with what they had and adapting in ways that could only be born out of necessity. It was a bright, serene day when Addy stumbled upon 10K wading into a pond stark naked, his lean yet muscular frame reflecting on the shimmering surface as he moved with a hunter's grace. With a mixture of curiosity and admiration, Addy couldn't help but call out, "10K! What the heck are you doing?" Startled, 10K turned his head, giving Addy a view of his perfectly toned butt cheeks tensing as he steadied himself in the water. "Getting dinner," he replied tersely, never one for many words--even in the nude. Addy chuckled despite herself. "You're fishing? Naked? And since when did you become a marble statue man-god?" He shrugged, a slight flush creeping across his chiseled features. She could tell he was a bit embarrassed, but 10K never shied from speaking the truth. "Clothes get in the way--make noise, disturb the water. Not practical. And uh, thanks, I guess." "No, really, 10K," Addy said, walking closer and perching herself on a nearby rock. The sunlight bounced off her purple streaked hair. "Your physique is... let's just say, since the zombies, we don't see a lot of fine human flesh that isn't trying to take a bite out of us. You're quite the sculpture." Still a little red, 10K refocused on the pond, trying to brush off the compliment. "Gotta do what you gotta do in the apocalypse." Addy laughed, pushing for details. "So, what's this secret technique? I've seen you catch fish before--but I've never seen you do it like this." With a deep breath, 10K finally confessed, "I fart in the water. Kills 'em or stuns 'em." Addy blinked, then burst into uncontrolled laughter, clapping her hand over her mouth. "You're kidding! The mighty fisherman fells his prey with a fart?" she wheezed between giggles. The corner of his mouth twitched--a smirk or maybe irritation, it was hard to tell. "Yeah, well... it works. Something about the gas, the noise, maybe both. Fish can't handle it." She watched as he demonstrated, intentionally letting out a bubble of air beneath the water. To Addy's amazement and amusement, several fish floated to the surface. 10K turned back to see Addy's reaction, his eyes downcast and a little self-conscious. "Got any better ideas?" "No--no, I think you've got this apocalypse life hack down to a science," she conceded, her laughter subsiding as she continued to watch his odd but effective technique. The silence between them was comfortable as he gathered the stunned fish. Getting dressed, 10K handed Addy their strange, stinky bounty. She could see the pride in his eyes; this strange, esoteric skill had provided for the group, after all. As they walked back to camp, Addy nudged 10K. "You know, we could all use a lesson or two on your apocalypse angling methods--but maybe with swim trunks next time?" 10K chuckled, and for a moment, the horrors of their world faded behind the pride of a successful hunt and the bond of a shared secret.