A/N: What up, ya'll. Thanks for the reviews, favs, and follows. I think I know where I want this fic to go, so yes, there will inevitably be an end. No worries, it'll be quite some time before that happens.

P.S. I'm still giggling at that review that says Tamsin is a cannibal. For the record, she's not. I mean, she will be eating something of Bo's at some point.. but like.. that's totally different. ;}

Chapter 2

Bo slowly sat up, still adjusting to the fact that this mystery woman actually gave her a chance to explain herself. She opened her mouth, about to begin her story, and paused. A stubborn look crossed her face.

"Tell me your name first," she breathed out quickly, afraid she'd lose her confidence. Bo couldn't stand the idea of staring at this green-eyed beauty without knowing her name. Somehow, knowing her name would make her existence more concrete.

"Excuse me?" Tamsin shot back, raising her eyebrows with a look of disbelief. "I don't think you understand the situation you're in."

"You had the chance to hurt me, and you didn't. So.. I want to know your name.. and what you are. Tell me both, and I'll tell you all about how I ended up in your camp," Bo explained, sounding entirely too self-assured for Tamsin's liking. She stared into the valkyrie's eyes expectantly.

"Don't you know it's rude to ask what type of Fae a person is?" Tamsin scrunched her nose, refusing to reveal anything about herself. "Story first, and then I might answer whatever dumb questions you have."

"But—"

"And if you can't deal with that, I'll give you 30 minutes to run," Tamsin interrupted. "After 30 minutes, I will hunt you down like an animal."

"Fine," Bo consented, hearing the serious tone in the blonde's voice. "It all started a little over two weeks ago.."

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"Wolf-man, I am absolutely starving," Kenzi whined for the umpteenth time, slowly falling more and more behind her two favorite Fae.

"We just ate that chicken I stole from that farm two hours ago," Dyson remarked, turning to walk backwards and stare at the human.

"Yeah, dude, chicken, not chickens," she replied, emphasizing on the 's' as much as possible. "You couldn't have stolen like five?"

"Yes, because I am clearly capable of carrying five living chickens alone without drawing any attention to myself," Dyson rolled his eyes, grinning at the shorter woman.

"Stupid zombie apocalypse.. stupid wolf who can't catch us enough food.." Kenzi muttered to herself, kicking a few rocks around and nearly falling down from kicking one.

"Hey, come on, guys, stop bickering like children," Bo chastised, though she felt Kenzi's hunger-

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In the middle of her story, Bo's stomach rumbled with hunger, triggered by the memory of just how hungry she was. She looked down, a light blush spread across her cheeks. Ugh, my body's betraying me. She looked up at the blonde, who was staring intently at her, and shrugged.

"Sorry, it's been a while since I've eaten anything," Bo said, apologetic.

Tamsin shook her head to herself, letting out a sigh. She's shameful when it comes to actual hunger, but not sexual hunger. Figures. Typical succubus. The valkyrie rustled around in her backpack, pulling out the leftover fish from earlier. She tossed the plastic bag over to the brunette, waiting on her to eat and continue.

"Thank you so much," Bo replied, genuine gratefulness painting her tone as she dug into the fish.

"Yeah, it's whatever," Tamsin barely managed a nonchalant tone, clearly put off by how genuine this woman was.

"Anyways.." Bo automatically picked up, continuing her recollection as she ate.

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"Hey, come on, guys, stop bickering like children," Bo chastised, though she felt Kenzi's hunger all the same. "We've got a lot of ground to cover before we find someplace safe to sleep."

"I'd move a whole lot faster if my tummy didn't have the rumblies that only hands could satisfy," Kenzi groaned, making a half-assed pop culture reference.

"What are you even talking about?" Dyson questioned, confused.

"It's.. y'know.. Carl the Llama.. YouTube.. Have you even touched a computer in the past decade, old man? I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't, though. For heaven's sake, you were using a flip phone! A flip phone! I'm surprised you don't have gym shoes with velcro straps!" Kenzi ranted, making wild gestures with her arms.

"Okay, okay, I think he gets it, Kenz," Bo grinned, amused by her best friend. Even in a zombie apocalypse, she never failed to make her smile.

"Bo-Bo.. he's too old to 'get it,'" Kenzi faked exasperation.

"Well, I'm sure Bo would disagree that I'm too old to 'get it,'" Dyson grinned goofily at Bo, who simply grinned back at him.

"That's disgusting. Stop it, you two. Quit giving each other sex eyes," the human demanded, a horrified look on her face.

Dyson opened his mouth to reply, but paused, motioning for the two women stop moving. He listened intently, squinting his eyes as he stared off into the distance. They had been walking along the road, heading for a random town so they could hopefully find food and supplies. A breeze passed by, carrying the stench of rotting flesh. Dyson grimaced, flipping into action without explanation. Within seconds, he started to guide the two women towards the forest that lined the road.

"We need to get off this road now," Dyson emphasized, still pushing them forward.

"What, why? What's up, D-man?" Kenzi asked, concern etched on her features. "We haven't run into anybody for miles."

"Well, we're about to if we just stand around here and wait. Now move, please," Dyson begged, urging them forward.

"No, hang on, I'm with Kenzi here. What's up, Dyson?" Bo stopped in her tracks, waiting for a response.

The wolf huffed out an exasperated sigh, "We need to move because there is practically an army of zombies headed our way. We need to get out of this area as fast as possible. We don't know how spread out they are so we need to keep going."

"How do you know that there's practically an army?" Bo questioned, beginning to move once more.

"Yeah, dude," Kenzi followed up, mimicking her bestie's actions as she, too, started to move forward again.

"The stench of them.. If it had only been a few zombies, I wouldn't have smelled them on that breeze. It has to be a large number by how strong the smell was. You two might not have noticed; in fact, it might have just smelled faintly of rotting leaves. But trust me, I know what I smelled," Dyson looked around at the surrounding forest as he moved, his senses on overdrive.

"So, what do we do?" Kenzi asked, straining to keep up with the rigorous pace Dyson had set. She was glad she was wearing her boots that resembled combat boots versus her boots with the threateningly long heels.

"Nothing," Dyson replied, "We run, and when we think we're far enough, we run more."

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And so the three of them moved swiftly, only stopping when a breeze would pass so Dyson could determine if they were far enough. Each time, Dyson shook his head, motioning for them to keep going. With such urgency, even Kenzi reduced her sarcastic remarks to an all-time low, and she didn't complain even once. That, in itself, was a miracle.

The trio had ventured off the side of the road around noon, and they watched as the sun made its journey towards the horizon. At around 6 o' clock, they arrived at a swollen river where Dyson raised his head, sniffing for any signs of danger that rode on the breeze traveling through the forest. Dyson smiled widely, happy that they reached a relatively safe place.

"We should be good for the night," Dyson announced. "We should build a fire and pitch the tent before the sun sets. I'll try to find a couple of rabbits for us to eat tonight. Can you two handle the other stuff?"

"Yes, boss," Kenzi saluted, sarcasm filling her voice. It was a surprise she could even be sarcastic after all the walking and running that she had to do.

Dyson smiled at her before setting down the backpack he held and moving behind a bush. He shed off his clothes and spoke, "Alright, I'm off." With that, he let out a low growl, shifting into his wolf and darting into the distance.

"Isn't it great havin' Old Yeller around to fetch us food?" Kenzi nudged Bo, hoping to get a smile out of her.

She succeeded and watched Bo's lips form a smile, "Yeah.. I'm glad he's around, and not just for the survival stuff. He's a good guy."

"Ooh, are you in love with him?" the petite woman inquired, curiosity written all over her face.

"I want to say yes.. because of all he's done for me.. for us, but I'm not sure." Bo sighed, her eyebrows knitting together.

"Tell me about it," Kenzi prompted, "But let's also get this place lookin' nice because.. let's be honest, Mother Nature didn't do a very good job."

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"Hold on, is this relationship talk about this Dyson guy really vital to your story?" Tamsin interrupted, more annoyed than she thought she should be.

"Hey! It's my story, and my story involves that talk," Bo replied, stubbornly.

"Fine," the blonde rolled her eyes, giving up.

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Instead of talking and working at the same time, Bo and Kenzi decided to dedicate themselves to fixing up their camp so they could focus on the talk afterwards. However, it took quite the effort from both parties to pitch the tent and start a fire. Both activities were only successful after many.. and I mean many, failed attempts. Afterwards, Kenzi and Bo plopped down on a fallen log, worn out.

"Alright, let's get this talk over with so I can knock out," said Kenzi, exhaustion tugging at her voice.

"Gee, thanks, bestie," replied Bo, sarcastically.

"Hey, besties can't always function 100% 24/7."

Bo rolled her eyes at the human she grew to love, "Whatever. Where were we?.. Oh, right, Dyson is good, and he's done so much for me.. But I can't bring myself to be in love with him, y'know?"

Kenzi merely nodded like a wise sage.

"Like, don't get me wrong, I love and care for him.. just not in the romantic sense. For example, when he ran off to get us food like an hour ago, I was, and still am, worried for his well-being. The way I think about it, if I was in love with him, I would've gone nuts. I would've hugged him hard and planted kisses on his face and.. and.. made him promise he'd come back safe. But, nada, zilch, nothing.. I had no desire to respond like that. After Lauren.. I don't think I can go back to him just like that."

"I can see what you mean, Bobo-licious. Have you told him?"

"What am I supposed to tell him? 'Oh hey, it's cool you've supported me all this time, and I know you're still in love with me, but eh, I can't say I'm in love with you.' Because that'll go over real well."

"That's exactly what you should tell him! I think he'd appreciate your honesty. He's Dyson after all; lies don't really fly with that wolf-man."

"I'm sure you're rig—"

Just then, a rustling in the bushes gave way to a wolf trotting into their camp before retreating behind a bush. After a few moments, Dyson emerged from the bush, carrying three dead rabbits by their ears. He reached into the pocket of his bag, pulling out a small knife to skin and gut the rabbits. The wolf walked towards the edge of the swollen river, crouching down to clean the rabbits. He tossed the unwanted stuff in the river but kept the fur, remembering that eventually winter would come, and they had to be prepared. He hung the fur to dry before making his way back to the two ladies. He held up his catch with a wide grin on his face.

"Let's get these cookin' so we don't go to sleep hungry tonight."

"Amen, brotha'," Kenzi closed her eyes, raising her arms up, as if praising some god.

Bo shook her head, smiling at how ridiculous her best friend was.

Dyson skewered the rabbits, fashioning a make-shift device so he could turn the rabbits over the fire. After a short while, the rabbits finished cooking, and they all dug in, not wasting one bit. Soon enough, Kenzi mumbled some garbled Russian, crawling into the tent as she did. After a couple minutes, a light snoring could be heard from the tent.

"She's basically like a kid," said Dyson, quietly, so as not to wake her.

"Yeah.." Bo trailed off, getting absorbed into her own thoughts.

"Something a matter, Bo?" Dyson questioned, concern etched on his features.

"Ah, yes.. I mean, no.. Well.."

"Come on, you can tell me. I won't judge."

"Well," Bo nervously began, "I was thinking about you.. and us."

"Oh," Dyson let out, a smile on his face.

"Not like that," came Bo's quick reply, waving her arms out in front of her.

"Oh," repeated Dyson, the smile dropping from his face.

"I just mean.." Bo sighed. "I mean, you're still in love with me.. But I'm not still in love with you. Please believe me, I tried to be. I thought we could be what we were before the whole Lauren debacle.. but I can't. Lauren betrayed me, and because of that, I thought it would be easy running back into your arms.. It's just not the same for me, and I don't want to lead you on like this."

A small, yet sad smile appeared on Dyson's face as he replied, "I know."

"What do you mean 'you know'?"

"I know you don't feel the same way as I do about you. I can tell these things, you know. I could see it in your eyes and how when we made love.. it just wasn't the same. I thought if I ignored it then everything would be fine, but clearly, everything is not fine."

"I'm sorry.."

"It's alright, I'm just happy to be with you when the whole world's gone to hell," Dyson smiled, bumping her lightly. "Come on now, let's get some rest."

Bo smiled, following him into the tent. As she lay on her sleeping bag, she thought of the new beginning to their relationship. This is good. I feel like a weight's been lifted off my chest. The succubus continued with her good thoughts before sleep finally took her.

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Morning arrived sooner than the trio had anticipated, and they all groggily woke up, staring at each other with dazed eyes. They rubbed the sleep out of their eyes and attempted to hold onto that feeling of normalcy of camping with friends before reality came knocking at their doors.

"I dunno 'bout ya'll.. but I gotta go to the little girls' room," sounded Kenzi's voice, filled with sleepiness.

"I'm with ya, K-Star.." replied Dyson sleepily.

"Me three.." yawned Bo. "Let's go find separate bushes.."

With that, the three of them haphazardly crawled out of the tent, nearly taking it down with them. Dyson wandered off to some bush straight ahead of the tent while Kenzi wandered off towards the left of the tent. Bo, however, headed for an area quite a bit behind the tent with the river to her left. She unzipped her pants, ready to squat and pull her pants with her when a hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder. She abruptly turned, ready to tell off Kenzi or Dyson for interrupting her morning pee but that would not be the case today. Bo's mouth opened wide, ready to let out a guttural shriek as she realized what grabbed her: a walker.

Bo let out her shriek and kicked it away with her boot-clad foot, stumbling backwards from the force she exerted. Unfortunately, instead of the hard forest floor, Bo went tumbling into the raging river.

"HELP!" she screamed with all her might as she bobbed back to the surface, clutching onto a rock with all her might.

Dyson's ears caught her cry for help. Bo?.. Bo?! He ran towards where Bo headed and saw the walker looking on at her. With a growl, Dyson let out a bit of his wolf, angrily swiping at the zombie and severing its head. He turned his attention to Bo just as Kenzi came up behind him.

"Oh my god! Bo! BO!" Kenzi cried out, watching her best friend cling desperately to a rock. "Dyson, you have to save her!"

Without a second thought, Dyson jumped into the river, reaching out his arm as he passed by Bo, hoping to grab her hand. Bo reached out, relinquishing her hold on the rock, putting all her hope into grabbing his hand. The two made contact, holding onto one another. However, that victory was short-lived as a log came barreling down on them. Before either of them could react, the log smacked into them, knocking Bo unconscious and stunning Dyson enough to lose hold of Bo.

Dyson shook his head, attempting to shake off the dizziness that had taken over. He looked around, searching for Bo, watching as her body floated down the river. The currents quickly took away Dyson's strength, and with the last bit he had, he reached up to grab a branch that hung low to the water. He swung himself up, using the branch to get back onto the riverbank. Exhausted, Dyson made a feeble attempt to run alongside the river, refusing to give up. Although his will was strong, his body took over, knocking him unconscious so his body could cope and heal from the impact of the log. As he lost consciousness, he watched Bo's body shrink in the distance and then: nothing.

Kenzi disregarded all of their belongings, watching and following helplessly along the sidelines as Dyson tried to rescue her best friend. She watched it from start to finish, crying out Bo's name as she watched her only true friend get carried away by the river. The human ran to Dyson, kneeling on the ground as she pat his cheek, attempting to wake him up. His eyes opened slowly, tears dripping out as he apologized over and over. Kenzi hugged him, crying just as much, if not more.

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When Bo finished her story, it had to have been around 3 o' clock in the morning.

"All I remember is that damned log hitting me, and then blackness. I woke up later, bruised and battered on the riverbank. I've just been scraping by these past two weeks, making use of unsuspecting strangers. I found my way here, driven by both kinds of my.. uhm.. hunger," finished Bo, lamely.

Tamsin stared intently at the woman in front of her, a woman who had lost a lot, just like herself. After Bo finished the story, the valkyrie decided something: she would protect this succubus. She had never grown attached to anyone in her many lifetimes, but she couldn't help but be drawn to this woman. Bo was such an opposite to her, and it made Tamsin feel like if there was someone like that out in the world then it was her duty to protect them. If I can't be a good person then I'll have to protect one. Tamsin sighed, realizing that this may or may not blow up in her face.

"Get your sleeping bag out," she commanded before lying down on her own.

"What?" came a confused voice.

"You heard me."

Bo laid out her sleeping bag next to the blonde's, lying down on her side and facing the mystery woman. She gazed at her intensely.

The blonde turned her head, making eye contact. "I'm Tamsin, and tomorrow we're gonna start searching for the wolf and the human. Don't you dare ask why I'm helping. Now go to sleep," she finished, closing her own eyes.

Bo scooted a bit closer to Tamsin, her eyes traveling down the length of her body. "Tamsin.." she whispered quietly, trying the name out. She hoped she said it quietly enough that the blonde didn't hear. I like it, she thought to herself while drifting off to sleep, Tamsin sounds like someone who is strong and loyal..

However much Bo wished Tamsin hadn't heard her, she still did. Though, Tamsin gave away no indication outwardly, but inwardly, her heart thumped against her ribs at hearing Bo say her name. She would never admit it out loud, but she wanted those lips to say her name over and over again.

A/N #2: Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Sorry for all the DyBo, but it was necessary, I believe. :p Next chapter should hold more of our two favorite people. Oh, and for the record, I don't have anyone proof-reading so if you see any mistakes, forgive my humanly ways.