Hey, everyone! Who's ready for the next chapter of KAH Virus?! Oh... You're not... Well, then you're probably more of a 'romance' fan... Well, just wait for my next story in that case. I'm working on it as you read this. Super psyched for it!

Disclaimer: *sigh* No, I really don't own Danny Phantom.

Sam Manson: I walk away from you, annoyed by you.

Danny Fenton: "If you're so sure it works, why did your brother die, uh?" I say. I regret what I said right after the words left my mouth but don't show you my regret. I stare at you, instead.

Sam Manson: "He went back out to find our mom and he was too far away when he was re-infected."

Sam Manson: I run away from you and go back to my cabin.

Danny Fenton: I mumble something and go outside as well, sick of being inside the bubble. I see the corpses of the dead being left side by side covered with white plastic bags. I see you walking towards the forest and follow you silently.

Sam Manson: I see a big tree and punch it, wanting to let out my anger at you. "How can someone so cute be so annoying," I grumble. I go into the cabin and take out the 'cure'. I examine it and it doesn't look different from yesterday, still repelling the bacteria. I take down some observations, then cover it and hide it again.

Danny Fenton: As I hear you, I begin to examine my actions. 'I'm not like this. I have no control over this situation. I lost my family; I'm almost losing my sister... I have excuse, right?' I think to myself. 'No. she has to learn! She doesn't understand what I've been through! She knows nothing! I'm going to talk to her. She'll see how right I am.' I think as I walk towards your cabin. I stop near the door and knock. My jaw clenched and determined to yell and let out my anger at you.

Sam Manson: "What do you want," I grumble, my eyes filled with tears, wanting to drop, but barely staying due to surface tension.

Danny Fenton: "Open the door!" I yell, clenching my fists.

Sam Manson: I slowly open the door, fearing for my safety.

Danny Fenton: As I open my mouth to yell, I look at your eyes, filled with tears. 'Maybe she knows something after all...' I think to myself. Even though, I think about yelling but all I'm able to say is, "I'm sorry..." I say, in a barely audible whisper.

Sam Manson: "You didn't come here to say sorry," I say, "why did you really come here?"

Sam Manson: "To tell me about how much you doubt my methods? For the record, Stem Cell Transplants work with those newly infected and they work with pretty much everyone they're preformed on... For some reason, just not with my family, before the plague, one was tried on my dad; it didn't work for very long."

Danny Fenton: "I-I'm sorry... I didn't know..." I look down, really ashamed of myself. I lost people but you, contrary to my previous belief, lost people too.

Sam Manson: "Why did you come here?" I ask.

Danny Fenton: "I was going to... to..." I stop and look up at you, realizing something. "I was going to ask your name..." I say, now trying to redeem myself.

Sam Manson: "I don't have one," I say, "people just call me the young nurse or girl doctor when they need me. I gave up having a name when the plague hit and I've forgotten it over the years."

Danny Fenton: "But I don't want to call you 'young nurse' or 'girl doctor'. I'd like to call you by your name..."

Sam Manson: "I don't know mine," I tell you.

Danny Fenton: "How old are you? 20? How can you have forgotten your own name?"

Sam Manson: "No one called me it in the first place."

Danny Fenton: I frown a little. "Look, I know I was rude. I'm sorry for that. You were kind and treated my wound. I didn't say thank you." I pause. "So thank you for your help. I understand if you don't want to tell me your name. It's fine. If you 'remember' it meanwhile, I'd love to know it."

Sam Manson: "Samantha," I say, "my name is Samantha, but I don't want to be called that."

Danny Fenton: I smile a little "What do you want me to call you then?"

Sam Manson: "People used to call me Sam, but I don't have an opinion."

Danny Fenton: I extend my hand to you, to give you a handshake. "Can we start over?"

Sam Manson: "Er... Uh... Sure," I say, "I guess."

Danny Fenton: "Then... friends?" I say, waiting for you to take my hand.

Sam Manson: I shake your hand firmly, "it's nice to meet you, I suppose."

Danny Fenton: "It's nice to meet you too, Sam..." I look back when I hear an excruciating scream coming from the bubble. I hear guns firing and more screams. I flinch when a lost bullet hits the door frame above our heads.

Sam Manson: I run over to the door to the dome and find the girl, her blood cell count is rising and she's starting to wake up. I look around and grab the stretcher and medical stand and other supplies then I run back over to the cabin.

Danny Fenton: I run towards you, and near the other entrance of the dome, the military are firing against a wave of walkers. Some of them still have the plastic bags covering their heads. They are driven by the smell of the wounds some soldiers have in their bodies. People are running and screaming. My jaw drops when I see the walkers. They were real, after all. "We need to go..." I say to no one. "We have to go..." I run towards the cabin, hoping you're there already.

Sam Manson: I'm there with the girl still on the stretcher. Her purple eyes start to open as I stand over her, checking her pulse and watching as her blood count stabilizes.

Danny Fenton: "Oh, God... You're here! You can't imagine! The walkers they... they are real... we must flee... I don't..." I stop, panting, and look at the girl. I hadn't looked at her before. "I don't..." I look closer. "Jazz...?"

*gasp* Bet you didn't see that coming. :P If you did, you're a smart cookie. :)

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