Alrighty, back on track with these 2 ! :)

Kam's POV

I let Dallas get some sleep this time and took over on driving duty. I hated driving to begin with, and it made me uneasy when we passed by the hordes of people trying to figure out their next move. While they sat still and tried to survive, I was following a military caravan directly into the burning city, where- apparently - the CDC sat untouched at the edge. I guess we'd find out. But I hoped it was. We had nowhere else anymore.

Somehow as we drove, the night seemed to get even darker and I switched on my high-beams as we swerved around more cars on the streets. And I noticed something else, the further out we went, the less cars there were. Except the cars were empty. And the doors were all wide open. It wasn't exactly a comforting sight. The eerie calmness in the atmosphere didn't help, either. I yelped when a figure ran out in front of the truck and I slammed on the brakes.

"Oh God!" I yelped. Dallas sprung awake beside me and instantly sat up. I squinted out the window but the figure was gone, disappearing into the dark.

"What is it, babe?"

"I think a jest hit someone! I cannae see anythin'!"

"Shh, Kam, it's okay, it's okay. It's nothing to worry about. Just keep going."

"But Dallas-"

"Kameron. Keep driving. If it was a living person it wouldn't have gotten up and moved after an accident like that."

I swallowed hard and nodded. He had a point. So, I'd just run over one of those things (And I refused to use the 'Z' word). I looked over and double-checked the doors were locked and the windows were rolled up. Absently I pulled my sleeves down so they covered my arms and shivered at the thought of things outside going bump in the night. I kept my eyes on the military trucks and continued on, following them down onto a main road that was creepily almost empty. I felt Dallas move over closer to me as my hands clutched the wheel and the leather made small indentations in my skin. I started shaking and Dallas wrapped an arm around my waist in comfort, shifting so he pressed against my side. He took one of my hands from the wheel and entwined our fingers in my lap, squeezing my hand.

"I'm sorry," Dallas whispered, "About earlier. I didn't mean to sound like a jerk. Peyton deserves better than that name."

I gave a weak smile. "It's okay."

He nodded and I kept driving until finally the caravan slowed and Sergeant Matthews signalled for us to stop. Soldiers started piling out of the trucks and Dallas and I followed, Dallas wrapping an arm tight around me as we walked towards the group.

"Well, kids, let's go." One of the marines said, loading an M-16 in his hands.

Dallas' POV

I nodded to Sergeant Matthews as he led us around the corner to the front entrance of the CDC, holding hands with his wife while she carried a small kid in her arms. I had my arm tight around Kam's waist and in the other hand held a handgun that one of the soldiers gave me for protection. I tensed when a low chorus of moaning echoed from the front of the building and Kammie shivered beside me. I flinched when we started hearing gunshots and Matthews motioned for us to wait. We all stopped in our tracks and the marines moved forward, Matthew's leading them around the corner to scout out our path. A few tense seconds passed and he reappeared, waving us to move forward and keep quiet. More gunshots and I all but dragged Kammie around the corner.

My jaw dropped when my eyes focused on the scene. Zombies left and right, soldiers fighting them off from tanks and behind sandbags. The only light was from the moon and the flash of machine guns. Matthews led us to the main entrance and a few new soldiers ushered us inside and locked the door shut behind us.

"Sergeant!" A new soldier stepped forward, "We're going to need extra manpower over here!"

"Yes, sir!" Matthews kissed his wife goodbye and waved to his men. "Let's move out!"

The Major stepped forward and nodded to me. "You military, kid?"

"No, sir." I answered.

"Still, you think you could-"

"Naw, I dannae hink so, pal." Kammie cut in. "He's noa gon' oot there an' gettin' hisself kelt. He's sta'in wi' me."

The Major looked over at me. "Son, we could use your help."

I sighed and looked over and Kam, hugging her. "I'm sorry, babe. I've got to help."

"No!" She yelled, pushing me off. "Yer noa gon'."

"Kam!" I shouted back. "It's the right thing to do."

"Ah dannae give a flyin' f-"

"Kameron." I hissed. "I have to go. Go with Matthew's family. You'll be safe there."

"But Dallas-"

I cut her off by kissing her hard. "I love you, Kam. I'll be back, I promise."

I let her go and ran off with the marines, Matthews tossing me an M-16 and giving me a sympathetic look. I nodded to him as I slipped on a vest and buckled it together. I was doing this for her. I was protecting Kam. It was the right thing to do. Matthews quickly explained how to load, re-load, fire, etc, the gun, and in only a few minutes I was being ushered out to the barricades and thrown into action. A few zombies lurched toward us and I took a breath and pulled the trigger, taking out one of them with a headshot by some miracle of Jesus. Another zombie grabbed for me and I yelped and fell back against Matthews, who turned around and strategically placed a bullet right through its left eye. The body crumpled and landed in a bloody heap at my feet. I tried to slow my breathing and wiped beads of sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand as more of them crowded towards us.

What the fuck did I just get myself into?