A/N: So here is a longer chapter. Sorry it took me SOOO long. I have been really busy lately. And I had sort of a writers block. HAHA

The italics next to the french sentences, are the translations

1 hour later

Mitch pulled up in front of his house, dodging the hordes of zombies. Rich boy, I thought to myself. But conveniently his father owned a couple of planes. He shut the gate behind us. We were safe for now.

"So do you think other countries have zombies too?" I said turning to Mitch and I flashed back and saw the face of a kid. Skinned up knees and broken arms. Remembering the times we got locked outside of the house on hot summer days. Just to sit up in a tree and talk all day long. Till it got dark or our mothers called us in for dinner.

"Not sure but most likely yes. Looks like Danny fell asleep." Mitch would never remember when we were kids. No matter how hard I tried to help him. When Mitch first got his license we got into a wreck that almost killed the both of us. He had always thought he was invincible. Until he was flying out the windshield of his car hitting the light post with his skull. Causing permanent memory loss, three broken ribs and shattered collar bone. I had a bruise across my chest where the seatbelt caught me, and a slight bump on my head.

When I got out of the truck, I reached over and scooped Danny out. He rested his head on my shoulder.

"Hello Mr. And Mrs. Anderson." I have dated Mitch for years and I still referred to them as Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. But I guess when your boyfriends father is the Governor, you have no choice.

"Hello darling." Mrs. Anderson replied with the calming voice of a governors wife should have. I thought to myself, I bet she never yelled at her children when they were young. Unlike my mother, who would scream until she got so red in the face she looked constipated.

I looked around for a while. Noticing the zombies standing at the gate. I wondered if they would ever figure out how to get through. I doubted it highly.

"Mr. Anderson?" I asked and waited for a reply.

"Yes."

"Where were you planning on going?" I asked

"This outbreak is a Class 3. Meaning, there are thousands of these fuckers running amuck." He stated plainly, standing next to the door of the plane pulling up the stairs so everyone could climb up. I have never heard him cuss…ever. It stunned me at first. Then I figured that here we are, surrounded by the Dead Undead how should he react to my stupid question. Then he started to speak again. "We are planning on going over to a base in Paris."

When he said that my mind drifted to the summer I spent in Paris. The shopping, the nightlife, the scenery. I stopped daydreaming and was pulled back into the real world. How could I have been thinking about Paris shopping, when Danny and I lost our mother and father and thousands maybe millions of these things are everywhere?

My stomach started to rumble and ache. I was so hungry. I hadn't ate since the day before.

"Oh." Was the only reply I could think of. We boarded the plane. I had been on this one before. This was Mr. Andersons favorite plane. The one he would take everywhere he needed to go. It was no different this time. He knew he could rely on it to get us over to the base.

"What movie do you want to watch Danny?" I said pointing to the massive collection of DVD's.

"Do they have my favorite movie?" Danny said referring to Teen Witch. It always struck me as odd that that would be his favorite movie.

The DVD's were in alphabetical order. "Yeah they actually do." The surprise in my voice was there. Mitch could notice it.

"That was my favorite movie Danny when I was about your age." Mitch said. I laughed and so did Danny.

We cuddle up on the couch, Danny between Mitch and I. Our worries ceased for a moment as we laughed along with the movie.

All of us fell asleep including Mrs. Anderson, who joined us half-way through the movie.

"We've landed. Now lets get inside." Mr. Anderson said. startling me and Mrs. Anderson awake. I looked at Danny resting on Mitch's shoulder. Danny looked like a little version of Mitch. The resemblance always got me. Once about a year and a half ago, Mitch, Danny, and I were walking through the mall and someone actually asked if he was ours.

Mr. Anderson had landed the plane on the roof of the base. We went through a door that led to steps. The stairwell reminded me of the hospital back home, with the gray stone walls and all. Danny was still half asleep, with his head on Mitch's shoulder.

All of us reached the bottom of the stairwell. Mr. Anderson pushed the button and started to speak into the speaker

"Bonjour, c'est le Gouverneur Anderson et partie." Hello, This is Governor Anderson and Party

"Ahh oui, oui monsieur. Nous vous avions attendu. Ahh yes, yes sir. We have been expecting you The guy clearly had a thick French accent.

They buzzed us in. I glanced around at my surroundings. There were all types of different people there. From low class to high class, coming together and acting as one. These people didn't care anymore what your status was. Nor should it matter. I saw an elderly women replacing bandages on a freshly wounded child, and many others who were covered in blood. All of us besides Danny and I, were fortunate not to get messy.

I walked Danny over to where the showers stalls and toilets were. I cleaned Danny, and washed his hair. I handed him off to Mitch and asked him to dress Danny in whatever clothing he could find.

Finally I thought some quite time. I quickly undressed and got into the shower. The hot water pounded on my face and five minutes later my headache was gone. I washed myself off and grabbed the towel. I didn't want the other people to have to wait as long as I had to get into the shower.

I found some clothing and dressed. I didn't care anymore what I looked like.

A French guy stepped in front of me blocking my way "Bonjour Madame." he said to me

I understood what that meant of course. But I had no clue how to speak French. "umm…hi, I don't speak French." I replied with a confused look on my face as I shook my head.

"Ahh you don't speak French huh?"

"No, I don't. But I can see you speak pretty good English." I said to him. "Well I should be getting over to my boyfriend and my little brother."

"Well my name is Nicolas Boissel." He said.

"It was nice to meet you. My name is Samantha McWinley. I guess I will catch you around"

I left it at that. I walked over to Mitch and Danny who were playing an interesting game of patty cake. Time had flown by, it was already one o'clock in the morning. We all crawled up in our cots. It was definitely time for bed. And with that, the lights went out and all was silent...For now.