So I got bored and this is the story I keep coming back to today when I get bored.

So yeah.

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StormTheKnight: Ahaha there's going to be a lot of Americans vs Scots in this. I'm half of both so it's good fun. And don't worry I'll be sick for the next week knowing my luck xD

DevilToBeLoved: Sad face! Why weren't you going to read it? Glad you did though ^_^

Dallas' POV

You never quite get used to comforting a girl while she's crying. Especially when your just about as upset as she is. Upset. Was that the right word? Freaked out, maybe. Disgusted, a little. Okay, maybe a lot. I'd just watched a fat guy and an old lady chomp on one of my friend's faces. I wasn't the crying type of guy, otherwise I'd probably be in the same bawling state that Kam was in right about now.

"Dallas?" She looked up at me from where she leaned on my chest. Her beautiful brown eyes were red and her mascara was running. Please stop crying, Kammie. I don't want you to hurt.

"Yeah, Kam?"

She whispered, "Wake me up when suhin interestin' happens. I cannae be bothered keepin' ma eyes open."

I chuckled. Her accent comes out so much stronger when she's tired. "'Kay, babe."

With that she passed out against me, her breathing going shallow almost immediately. I used the arm that was wrapped around her to reach up and stroke her hair, leaning down and kissing her forehead while we waited for traffic to move. I inhaled deeply. Vanilla and Lavendar. So uniquely her smell.

I watched as the sun slowly set and on instinct made sure the doors were locked on the truck when I noticed people starting to move around on the highway. The last thing we needed was a repeat of the Mall incident. That cop guy said stay safe. So that's what we're doing. Staying safe, not getting bit, and keeping my loved one close. That's all that mattered now. Everything else was gone.

Ah shit, what about Kam's parents? Her sister and brother back in Scotland? What was going on over there, if anything? They were probably sitting in front of the TV worried out of their heads looking at news reports for a disease outbreak in Georgia. They'd be flipping out. I made a mental note to make Kam call them when she woke up. British people overreact about everything.

A knock at my window made me jump, and wake up Kammie. She yelped and gave me an extremely pissed off look while she rubbed her head from where it hit the steering wheel. I mouthed a 'sorry' and looked to my window and the guy standing on the other side. I rolled it down slightly, enough so I could hear him.

"What?" I asked. I noticed he was wearing a marines uniform.

"You guys alright?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah."

"I'm Sargent Matthews. We're doing a routine check on everyone. There's a hell of a long wait into the city. Just making sure you've got enough supplies to get you by. And uh, either of you get bit? We're putting the infected under quarentine to keep everyone safe, and I mean it doesn't-"

"Nah, we ain't bit. We're fine, man. Thanks."

"Sure. Anything I can do for you?"

"Bugger off and leave us alone, ya fucking eejit. A wis sleepin'." Kam muttered behind me.

"We're good." I said. "Thanks."

I rolled up the window and laughed at my girlfriend.

"Wot?"

"Yer so nice, aren't ya?"

She rolled her eyes. "'Course I am. Ahm Scottish. Ahm a bundle eh fuckin' joy."

"And a potty-mouth to boot. Tsk tsk, Kameron McKinney. Language."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Fuck you, Dallas Gray."

I snickered at her and looked back to the road. People were starting to really settle in on the roads, shutting their cars off and raking through their supplies for dinner.

Shit. We had no food. No supplies. No blankets, no nothing.

I sighed, "Hey Kam, put on your Oliver Twist act. We got to go sucker us some food."

She laughed. "Awright then. Bout time. Ahm fuckin' starvin'."

We hopped out of the truck, locked it, and I kept Kam as close to me as was humanly possible as we weaved through the maze of cars, looking for a good candidate to mooch off of. Hey, it was the end of the world, apparently. And who doesn't love a kiss-ass?

Kam tugged on my jacket and nodded to a couple of women who stood huddling by a car with two kids in it playing checkers, husbands I guessed off somewhere else. I nodded in agreement and we walked towards them. Should be easy enough. The women looked all sweet and motherly. They looked up as we approached and the smaller woman, a brunette, smiled warmly - if a bit cautiously- at us.

"Hi!" She said. Kammie took this one. Her accent always won people over.

"Hiya," She smiled back, reaching out a hand, shaking hers. "Ahm Kammie. This is Dallas. Just figgard we'd meet the neighbours, eh? Been stuck here fae ages awhready."

The four took a moment to adjust to the accent. The two kids - two girls- had their faces light up in curiousity.

"Kammie?" One girl asked. "That's a cool name."

Kam smiled. "Short fae Kameron. Kameron McKinney."

The kid grinned. "Sweet. I'm Madison."

"I'm Paula," The brunette woman said, "This is my daughter, Alex. My husband Tom is out here somewhere," She looked over her shoulder carefully.

The blonde woman beside her reached out a hand as well and I took it. "Sarah Wallace." She said. "Maddie's mom."

"Nice to meet you." I said.

"So where you guys from?" Maddie asked. "I really love your accent, Kammie."

"Awh, thanks, hen." Kammie grinned. "Ahm Scottish. Pure bred."

"That's cool!" Alex smiled.

"Ahh sweet!" Maddie exclaimed. "Can you teach me how to speak Scottish?"

Kammie laughed, "It's noa a language, we jest speak a bit diff'rent, that's all."

"A lot different." Alex joked. I smiled. This Alex kid was adorable. She reminded me of my niece. There wasn't much of an age difference. We stood there for a while making small chat with Sarah, Paula, and the kids, until the men returned. Sarah instantly went silent and Paula kind of hid behind the man that stepped forward,

"Sweetheart," Paula said, "This is Dallas, and Kammie." She turned to us, "This is my husband, Tom."

"Hey, Tom." I shook his hand. I pulled Kammie a little closer when he scrolled his eyes over her. He looked at her like she was the last caramel apple at the funfair. Fucking creep.

"I'm Derek," The other guy said, shaking both our hands. We all looked up as we heard something overhead. The kids became uneasy.

"Mom, when are we leaving?" Alex asked. "I'm hungry."

"I don't know, honey." Paula answered. "Let's go get something to eat. You guys want something?" She looked to Sarah, me, and Kammie. Kam beamed beside me.

"Aye, that'd be brill, thanks."

"Appreciate it, Paula." I added. Kammie kissed my chick before running off with the other women and the kids to another car to scrounge up some food. Thank God. At least we were going to eat, tonight.

"So where you kids comin' from?" Derek asked, "We got run out of the hospital pretty quick."

"Yeah, that place was a hell-hole." Tom added.

"Really? Shit, what happened?"

"Military." Derek mumbled, glaring at something over my shoulder. "As fucking usual."

I turned to look where he was shooting daggers and chuckled. Sargent Matthews. Annoying some more civilians.

"Started shooting people in the hallways." Tom said, disgusted. "Infected or not. They weren't chancing it."

"Yeah, motherfucker says they're just 'taking orders'. That's bullshit."

"Fuck, yeah." I mumbled. "That's sick."

"Got that right." Derek stopped glaring at Matthews long enough to look back to me. "So where you two come from then?"

"Shopping mall, believe it or not." I rolled my eyes.

The guys both laughed.

"You were at the mall?" Tom sneered, "During all this shit?"

"Yeah, I know. I don't have a TV, man. No fucking clue what was going on."

"So what," Derek said, "You walk into Macy's and the cashier goes, 'special discount for Zombies! 50% off!'"

I snorted, "Not exactly, no. We were gettin' lunch and a bunch of those lunatics pounced on a friend of ours. Started chewin' on her face."

"Ah, shit, man, I'm sorry."

"Dude, yeah, sorry. Didn't know you'd lost somebody."

"Yeah, it's cool."

Awkward Silence.

"Still got her, though, huh?" Tom jerked his thumb over at Kam and the others. "Girlfriend, right?"

"Yeah." I spoke guardedly, narrowed my eyes at Tom, daring him to say anything else. "She is."

"What's that accent? English?"

I laughed. "She'd prob'ly kill you for that. She's Scottish."