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Screams And Incidents

"Please, Dean?!" Zoey pleaded as she stood at the door of Sam and Den's cabin. Dean was running round, throwing guns, maps, and food into the duffle bag he had on one of the beds.

"No!" He repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

"But why?!" She demanded.

"You can't shoot, you can't lift anything too heavy, you're not good in hand to hand contact." Dean listed. "Give me a reason why I should let you go!"

"Because I am going insane!" Zoey yelled. "I am so bored in this place; I just want a change of scenery. Please!"

"A change of scenery?" Dean abandoned his packing for a second, and walked up to Zoey, noticing that she took a step back when he did so. "Zoey, it ain't all fun and games out there. Dead bodies everywhere, and Infected eating them? No, you stay here." He instructed.

"Dean…"

"And you have Daniel! If anything happened to you, he'd be alone."

"Dean, please." Zoey said quietly. "It's just a food run, I can help." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please, Dean." She begged. "I just need… I need to get out. You know?"

"Fine." He sighed, but before Zoey could say think you, he interrupted. "But you stay with me or Sam, at all times, am I clear?" Zoey nodded and beamed.

"Thank you so much!" She gushed as she ran out. She ran to Kayla's cabin and knocked on the door, several times.

"What?" Kayla answered the door, her hair sticking up and her eyes half closed from sleep. "Zoey? Everything OK?" She asked, concerned.

"Yeah!" Zoey smiled. "Can you look after Danny today? I'm going on the food run." Kayla's eyes widened in shock.

"Dean's taking you?" She asked.

"Yeah." Zoey shrugged. "Why? Is that bad?" She said, quickly.

"No offence, honey, but you wouldn't do any good. You'd probably slow them down." She ran her fingers through her hair. "I can't see why… I mean I can see why, but put her in danger like that… unless he… but would he?" She muttered to herself.

"Erm, earth to Kayla?" Zoey waved her hands In front of Kayla's face. "Would you like to tell me what's going on?"

"It's just… the only reason I can see why Dean would let you come, is so that he can keep an eye on you, you know, protect you. But I can't see why he'd put you in danger, unless he really wants to make sure you're OK." Kayla bit her lip.

"Oh." Zoey muttered, blushing. "I… erm…" She stuttered.

"Look, you'll be safe with him, and of course I'll look after Danny." Kayla smiled. "I'll see you later tonight?"

"Yeah." Zoey mumbled, before giving a small smile, and running back to her hut, to wake up Danny. "Hey, c'mon, kiddo. You're spending the day with Kayla and Millie today." Danny rubbed his eyes.

"Why are you all red, Zoey?" He asked, his voice slurred from the tiredness.

"Because I am. Now I'm going to be out all day, so you're going to Kayla's, but you do exactly as she says, when she says it. OK?" She ordered. Danny nodded, and Zoey kissed his forehead, "Now, c'mon what clothes you gonna wear?"


"Where are we going?" Zoey asked as she looked out of the front window of the Impala, leaning slightly forward so that she was in between Sam and Dean's heads.

"Not too far today." Sam commented as he looked at the map. "We need to stop at this old abandoned army base for ammo, and then there are a few places around there we can stop off for food. We should be there in an hour."

"An army base?" Zoey asked, excitement rising in her voice. "Well, couldn't they…"

"They're all dead." Dean cut her off.

"What?" She asked softly, ignoring the butterflies that appeared in her stomach when he spoke.

"The army set up blockades and bases about a week into the Outbreak, but when Washington fell, and the Congress and Senate went into hiding, orders just stopped coming. It turned to chaos." His voice darkened, and goose bumps appeared on Zoey's arms. "Within 2 days of Washington falling, the army began to break up, and go wild. Women… women were raped," Zoey held back the vomit in her throat, and desperately tried to stop shaking. "Men were killed trying to protect them. And then the Infected came."

"What happened?" She whispered.

"They weren't prepared for it, and they were either killed or turned in a matter of minutes. People were killed as they tried to run away, and… and the kids…" Dean broke off, remembering the day when they had had to slaughter over a hundred people in order to survive.

"That's when we met Kayla and Millie." Sam said.

"She never told me that." Zoey said quietly. "How… I mean…"

"What happened?" Sam finished for her. "They were staying at the camp, and we were just passing through for a few days. When it all happened, Kayla was trying to run with Millie, but they were closing in on her. At the last moment, Kayla threw herself in front of Millie to protect her…"

"And Sammy boy, had to go all hero, and jumped in and saved the day." Dean muttered his voice crossed between sarcasm and pride.

"I wasn't going to leave them Dean." Sam replied, and Zoey laughed at their banter.

"I think you were very brave, Sam." She laughed, and Sam laughed as well.

"Thank you!" He turned to Dean. "Someone appreciates me."

"I knew it was a bad idea to bring you." He muttered, making Zoey stifle a giggle. It stopped dead in her throat though, when they rounded the corner, and the army base came into view.

Since the start of it all, Zoey had seen and faced horrors that Hollywood had only dreamed of, but this… this. No healthy person could've dreamed up the scene that was in front of them. Tents had been ripped to shreds, and almost every scrap of material was covered in claret, and in some cases, body parts. Flies were rife, and even in the car, the stench hit the back of Zoey's throat, making her want to throw up. Bodies littered the floor, and the air was deadly still.

Dean gave a look to Sam, and they got out of the car, scanned the area quickly, and opened the door for Zoey.

"You OK?" Dean asked. Zoey just nodded weakly, and tried to get some color back into her pale face. Sam went to meet up with the other car of the party, leaving Dean and Zoey together.

"You sure you're OK?" Dean asked her as she climbed out of the car.

"I'm as good as I'm gonna be." She murmured, trying to hold back the vomit. They picked their way through bodies with the 5 other people that had followed them, all searching for something of use.

When they reached, what used to be, the main tent of the camp, Dean broke away from the group, and grabbed boxes of ammo that had been stashed away, and put as much as could fit into his duffel.

"We're running out." Zoey heard Sam whisper to Dean. "There's enough ammo here, for a month, 2 at a push."

"I know." Dean whispered, turning round to see if anyone was listening. Zoey looked down and pretended to be interested in a pebble when she felt Dean's gaze on her.

"What are we going to do? It's not going to be just alright any more." Sam hissed.

"Don't you think I know that, Sam?" Dean argued back, trying to keep his voice level under control. "But what else do we do? Tell them that we're sitting ducks until Lucifer decides to come for us? We have to keep their hopes up."

"Why?" Sam asked, bitterly.

"Because if they don't have hope, what do they have?" Dean stormed out of the ragged tatters of material that had once been called a tent, and walked off, leaving Sam with his head hung.

"Sam?" Zoey asked meekly as she stood next to him.

"Hey, Zoey." He answered, coughing and adjusting his voice.

"Are…are you OK?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good." He smiled, but it didn't reach his brown eyes.

"Ok." Zoey smiled sweetly, and breathing heavily, she placed her hand on his shoulder, ignoring the voice in her head screaming at her to flinch away. Sam looked shocked at her voluntary contact, and just carefully placed his hand over hers, smiling genuinely when she didn't pull away.

"Thanks." He whispered, before walking off. Zoey ignored the feeling of repulsions that swam through her body, and focused on her pride instead. She had voluntary touched a guy, and hadn't thrown up, or pulled away. She felt as if she was flying, and she wandered out of the tent, smiling.

The smile didn't last long enough, as when she looked down; she spotted something wrapped in a pink blanket. It was tiny, and cocking her head to the side, she bent down. Carefully, she peeled back the blanket and she chocked in pain when she found that it was a baby, no older than a month. Untouched by the Infected, her face was still intact, even if decomposition had set in, and dried the body out. Her tiny fingers were clutching onto the blanket and Zoey didn't have to be at the camp to know what had happened.

At the time of the attack, the girl's mother had probably either been turned, or killed, and the child had been thrown to the floor amidst the panic. Who knew how many days it had lay, screaming for her mother, the screams finally turning into whimpers when the energy had disappeared from her tiny body. The only reason why Zoey could see why she had been left and not consumed by the always-hungry Infected, was that she was so small. They probably realized that she offered them very little in terms of satiating their hunger.

"Welcome to the New World." Dean muttered darkly, making Zoey jump.

"She's so… so small." She said, tears falling down her face. "How… how could this happen?" She chocked, her tears coming more forcibly.

"I don't know." Dean said as kicked a tin away. "Everything…" But he stopped, because somewhere, maybe very far, maybe very close, screeching was heard, sending chills down Zoey's spine.

"We have to go. Now!" Dean yelled, but it was too late. An Infected stumbled through the alleyway, and into the open, where she spotted the group. Throwing her head back, she let out an almighty scream, which was answered by more screeches from the surrounding area. The Infected tilted her head to the side, and stood still for a few seconds, allowing Zoey to take in her appearance.

She was naked on the top half, her breasts on show, making Zoey want to run up, and cover her up, preserve some of her dignity. Her blonde hair was matted with dirt and blood, and her fingernails were black from a month and a half from living in squalor. Her white eyes were narrowed, her pupils focused on Zoey, as her head twitched to the other side.

"Too late!" Dean roared, as the answering screeches got closer.

"Open fire!" Sam ordered, his voice at the same level, and before she could register anything, Dean pushed Zoey to the floor, as gunfire rang out all around her. The screeches were getting closer, and Dean called out in frustration as his rifle ran out of ammo, and he was forced to re-load. Sam, seeing his brother without a weapon, took control.

"Retreat! Now! Retreat, retreat, retreat!" Dean grabbed Zoey's top and pulled her up, dragging her until she regained the use of her legs. She sprinted alongside Dean, throwing a glance over her shoulder, and she saw at least 12 Infected chasing them, with more joining the chase every second.

"Faster!" Dean yelled over the screeching, and Zoey had to slam her lips shut to stop herself from screaming at the fear in his voice. Dean was Dean, he was so strong and brave, if he was scared, what hope did they have?

She pushed herself forward, ignoring the fact that she could feel the Infected's warm, rancid breath on the back of her neck. She cried out and slammed her legs harder onto the ground, when suddenly, from behind her, she heard an inhuman scream, and the breath disappeared.

"Keep running!" Dean ordered, from about a foot in front of her. Zoey nodded, and she pushed the sharp pain in her chest out of her head, as more screams came from all around them. After several minutes of running, Zoey couldn't resist, and she turned, but didn't see anything advantageous. She tripped on something, probably a dead body, and was sent flying to the ground, straight into a smashed sheet of glass.

Her head smacked against it, cutting her cheek and forehead on her left side, and a piece of glass went through her right hand as she threw it down to break her fall. Zoey screamed from the pain in her hand, and when she looked at it, she saw that the glass had pierced through the other side.

"Zoey!" Dean roared, but haze had started to set it, making the world seem like it was moving in slow motion. She was focused enough to see Dean turn and throw himself onto the ground beside her, and was also focused enough to see the Infected get closer.

"I'm fine." She whispered sleepily. "Leave me here to sleep. I wanna sleep."

"Not a hope." Dean replied. "C'mon." He muttered, as Sam turned and also ran towards her. They lifted her up under her arms, but Zoey was too tired to care.

Odd. She thought. Why am I so tired? She glanced down to the dull pain in her stomach, and saw a thick piece of glass wedged just to the left side of her stomach. Oh. That's why. Knowing that the boys wouldn't be able to carry her away fast enough, she looked at the sky, preparing to see it for the last time, as one was only 7 or 8 foot away from her. Her legs felt weak as she tried to move faster, and the Infected held its hand out towards her.

Before Zoey had a chance to say goodbye to her life, a figure appeared, and held his hand, palm out towards the Infected. His beige trench coat blew in the wind, and within seconds, the Infected screamed, and fell into a pile of dust. He repeated this action, until the remaining 2 Infected scurried off.

Sam and Dean set Zoey down gently on the floor, and the figure bent down beside her head.

"W… who are …you?" Zoey asked weakly, the loss of blood making her sleepy.

"I am Castiel." His blue eyes locked with her brown. "I am an Angel of the Lord."


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