Deadly, Crazy, Scottish.

I got writers blocked on WAHOS so I started this one in the meantime. My 2 OCs find the CDC before it gets overrun. Eventually the Walking Dead group show up and yada yada drama drama xD

Warning: character death, lots of swearing, minor minor sex scenes, violence, blood, guts, you name it.

Disclaimer: All I own is my 2 OCs. Thanks to Dallas and Kam for letting me borrow your names. And Peyton, sorry for killing ya, sis xD

Review my lovelies!

"What 'bout this one, Kam?"

I laughed, "It's as if you don't know me at all."

Dallas frowned sarcastically and flung the baby blue knickers back on the rack. We were supposed to be shopping for a present for my 18th birthday since I was heading back to the UK in 2 weeks, and my useless American boyfriend didn't want to screw it up, this year. God knows how we ended up in Victoria's Secret. Probably the combination of Dallas' cheeky sense of humour and my genuinely blunt promiscuity. I rolled my eyes and sauntered past him, my expert eyes striking upon something more to my taste. I threw the black-with-hot-pink-lace thong at him and he nearly dropped it when he laughed in surprise. I winked playfully and my Southern Prince shot me his x-rated 'backwoods Hollywood' grin that gave me a full-body shiver. He gained his composure and twirled the tiny fabric around his finger, laughing.

"There a matchin' bra?" He asked in a low voice. I smiled and held up the matching piece that I'd already discovered earlier.

"Voila." I sang. He loved it when I spoke French, so I teased him on purpose and rolled the word off my tongue.

He chuckled, "You want this one? I kinda like it."

I hate it when he does that. I was expecting him to melt and start drooling over the lingerie, but instead he pulled that 'I-bet-you-can't-tempt-me' nonsense. I was too competitive to let him win this time.

"Obviously."

"'Kay, so pick out another one, an' I'll get 'em for ya."

I arched a slender eyebrow and waited. His eyes widened.

"Obvio-" He unconsciously looked down and I laughed. He narrowed his eyes at me and tossed the ridiculous excuse for panties at my face, storming away to wait for me at the register.

I randomly picked another matching set and took my time walking towards him in my denim *short* shorts (God bless American weather), swinging my hips as I walked.

I dare you, country boy. Try and resist me.

He raised a brow.

Think I can't?

I grinned mischievously.

Not think. Know.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the other saucy black-with-lace set I found, and set it on the table to pay for it. I looked over at the young cashier and could almost feel the annoyance dripping off of her as she made the transaction. A few snarky comments under her breath and incredibly fake smile Dallas was on his edge. He had a short temper to start with and this skinny little tramp was inches from snapping his cord.

She finished and nearly threw the bag in Dallas' face. He narrowed his eyes but I put a hand on his shoulder.

Its not worth it.

He sighed and we left the store.

Fine.

We decided to hit Bath and Body Works next, our friend Peyton worked there and we got a discount- plus I *really* loved that Philosophy shampoo and conditioner that smelled deliciously like hot cocoa. I found my prize and we went to the counter, Peyton drumming her fingertips on the counter nervously, the callouses from years of guitar-playing making a loud tapping noise. I handed her the bottles.

"Heya, Peyton."

"Hey, Kammie."

"You okay?" I asked. Dallas looked her up and down with the same look.

She sighed and pulled her hand from the table to scan the items and drop them in a bag.

"Just annoyed." She said, "I'm the only one who came into work today. My boss is home sick with a super high fever, so is Cassie, and Adam and Holly didn't even bother to show up. They haven't all week."

"Any idea why?" Dallas asked. She shook her head.

"And it's pissing me off. I'm working extra hours and not getting a fucking dime extra."

"Well sod that." I said. She looked at me skeptically. I smiled, "Close up. Take the rest of the day off."

"But I can't just-"

"Aye, ye can." I interrupted her protesting, "'S noa like your getting any customers anyway. The place is a ghost town."

She sighed and dropped her shoulders in defeat, "Guess your right. Fine, let me close up shop, and I'll meet you guys down at the food court?"

Dallas nodded, "We'll be outside Subway."

We left as Peyton scrambled around behind her desk for keys to lock up and headed towards the enticing scent of the food court, where our well-deserved hot toasted sandwiches awaited.

"God damn, you were right, Kam." Dallas said, his hand tightening around mine and eyes darting around the place.

"Well thanks," I smiled, "But about wot?"

He rolled his eyes. "'Bout this place bein' empty. It's Saturday. This place should be buzzing."

I followed his gaze and took everything in. I'd noticed it before but I don't think I really *noticed*. There wasn't the usual mile-long queue outside McDonalds, or the several dozen teenage girls bustling about like sardines in Claire's. There was about a handful of people in the whole food court. It wasn't natural.

"Is it some sort of holiday today?" I asked, "Some mucked up American lazy-day?"

"Really? The mall is empty, people go missing from Peyton's work, and you blame it on American laziness?"

I smiled sheepishly. "Aye, I do."

He rolled his eyes.

"Well what do you think it is?" I asked. He shrugged.

"No clue."

I sighed. "Maybe they all died or suhin."

He laughed, "There's that scottish pessimist I love so much."

I grinned. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled slowly. "I dunno. 'S just weird. Anyway, let's go eat. I'm fuckin' starvin'."

"Same here. Goni die of hunger if I'm noa fed soon."

"Your like a fucking puppy." He muttered, snickering at the almost sad look on my face, "I have to remember to feed you and give you treats."

I smiled, "But I do all sorts of tricks."

He laughed, "That you do."

I nudged his side as we approached The fast food shop, "And admit it, the idea of me in a leather leash gets you off."

He chuckled, "Leather? Really?"

I shrugged.

"You have some weird fetishes, Kam. Not that I'm complaining."

I was about to add another suggestive comment when I just about jumped out my skin at the sound of a girl screaming. And not just a girl. Peyton.

Dallas and I whirled around to see a tall, heavyset man with his face buried in Peyton's neck, a thick red liquid pouring from his mouth and down her slim frame. She kicked and screamed but the man wouldn't budge. Dallas and I were frozen. It took a moment for things to really kick in. That red liquid was blood. That blood was coming from Peyton's neck. That man was biting her- no, it wasn't just a bite. A bite is something possessive you give your boyfriend when your making out. He was actually trying to injure her. He pulled away for a moment and there was a sickening chunk missing from her shoulder and neck.

"Help!" She screamed, clutching at her neck and screaming through her sobs. The man lunged at her again, this time joined by an elderly woman in a long floral dressing gown. "Dallas! Kammie!" Her eyes pleaded but I still couldn't move. Dallas edged forward uncertainly. What were we supposed to do?

We only watched in horror as the man and the old woman gnawed on Peyton's neck.

And slowly, the screaming faded to a stop and all we heard was the sloppy smacking noises as they chewed on her flesh, and cracking when they snapped a bone or bit through cartilage.

I turned around and deposited the contents of my stomach in a nearby bin.

Tears drained down my face and shudders wracked my body. I fell to the ground and just stared at the body of one of my closest friends be mauled and torn apart. Dallas choked back tears and when he grabbed my arm and pulled me from the ground, I could feel him shaking, too.

"Kam, we gotta go." I hesitated and he pulled harder. "Kameron. Let's go. We have to get to the cops."

Slowly I nodded and let him lead me out of the food court, my eyes darting to Peyton the entire time as even more joined in on the massacre.