Sorry for such a long break with this one... hey, I'm a new mom of twins, okay ? xD It's taxing ! Anywho, I give you guys an update. :) You're welcome.

Kam's POV

I heard a growl and I felt Dallas' hand slip from mine. I screamed bloody murder and reached out for him, but he was gone, and blood soaked his body as two of the infected dug into his neck. He wasn't screaming. His eyes were on mine, and he looked more sorry than anything else. My voice caught in my throat and I couldn't bring myself to move. Dallas' eyes closed and I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my cheeks. I screamed his name, too shocked to do anything else.

"Dallas!"

"Kam!" I felt an arm shaking me. "Kameron! Wake up!" My eyes snapped open, and I found myself lying in Dallas' arms, bundled up on a couch. That's right. We were at the CDC, in Atlanta. We'd been here for two months. 61 days. I'd tally-marked the wall in the cafeteria.

"Nightmare," I answered quietly.

"No shit," Dallas whispered, and kissed the top of my head. "It's over, now, babe. I've got you."

I closed my eyes and curled into him. "I hate this. I cannae sleep. Ever since we got tae this fuckin' place, soon as I close ma eyes, I see you, or Peyton, or my mum or dah... Sister, brother. I can't- Dallas.." My breathing went shallow and fast and my hands turned to white-knuckled fists.

"Shh, okay?" He soothed, "Calm down, Kam. Breathe. It's okay."

I took a deep breath. Out. In. I looked up at Dallas' face, and he moved my hair behind my ear.

"Thanks, Dallas." I whispered. He kissed me.

"No problemo, babe." I rested my head on his chest and he started playing with my hair.

That was how most of our nights had been for the past two months. I had a history of anxiety attacks, and ever since this all started... It became a nightly thing. But Dallas was always there to make everything okay.

"You hungry, Kam?"

I nodded, "Fuckin' starvin'."

He chuckled, "As usual." He sat up, "C'mon, doll, let's go."

I groaned, and sat up, too, rubbing my eyes. Dallas climbed around me off the couch, and through a shirt at me. "Hey, slut, put some clothes on."

"Fuck off, yank." I muttered.

.:.

"Fuck off, yank!" I growled. Sergeant Matthews was making fun of me for being woozy around the needles.

"It's only a little blood." Dr Jenner, (The woman one) assured me.

"It's noa the blood," I told her, "It's the needles." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, "Needles and I dennae have a very gid track record, shall we say."

"I see."

No, darlin', you really don't.

"All done," Mrs Jenner told me. She patted my arm, you should probably go get something to eat. You look starved."

"'Cause I am," I muttered. "Powdered eggs is not enough for me."

Matthews chuckled, "Fatass."

"Oi, watch it, you."

A gunshot echoed through the hallways, and I froze, thoughts going to Dallas. I looked over at Matthews, the colour drained from his face. He took a step forward, and then broke into a run. I followed him down the halls. We reached the source of the shot, and I couldn't go any further. We were standing in front of Matthew's quarters. Over his shoulder, I could see the slumped over body of his wife.

I squeezed my eyes shut and looked away. That was the fifth person this week.

.:.

"Morning, kids."

I looked up from my powdered eggs, "I'm noa a kid, Jenner, dennae start."

"I'm sorry," He poured himself some orange juice. "Bad night?"

"When does she ever have a good night?" Dallas took a seat beside me.

Jenner sighed, "You could take another look in the infirmary, for sleeping pills."

I shook my head, "Matthews used them all. Y'know, when he... Yeh."

Jenner swallowed, "I see."

I poked at the eggs. "61 days. Brill."

Dallas put a hand on my arm, "Hey, at least we're alive."

I met his eyes. "Are we?"

"I should get to work." Jenner snuck his way out of the room.

Dallas kissed my cheek. "Eat your food, Kam. Maybe later I'll sneak us some beers."

"Scotch," I corrected him, "Or whiskey. You redneck."

He laughed and shook his head. "We'll find something."

.:.

Day 62 came and went, and 63. The morning of 64 stretched out, and I found myself in the rec room, my nose in a book. I wasn't really reading it, just moving my eyes over the words, thinking. I'd been locked underground for over two months, now. Dallas and I were the only people who hadn't gone crazy yet. Sure, Jenner was still alive, but I wasn't too sure on his sanity. After his wife died, he'd slowly gotten darker. I felt like I was heading that way. I was getting stir crazy, and the lack of things to do was making it hard to avoid thinking up scenarios of what could have happened to my family. Every time I closed my eyes I'd see one of my loved ones being torn away from me. I couldn't stand it.

I leaned back on the couch and laid my open book on my face, groaning.

"I take it you don't like that book?" I heard Dallas' voice.

"No, I do," I mumbled from behind the pages, "But its The Great Gatsby, and I've read it nine times now."

Dallas took the book off my face and set it on the table. I sat up and he dropped on the couch next to me. I leaned my head into his shoulder and sighed.

"I'm tired." I mumbled.

Dallas kissed the top of my head. "Then go to sleep."

"Can't be bothered." He started laughing, and I looked up at him. "What?"

"You're wearing the new bra," He said, "The one from Victoria's Secret."

I moved back, covering my chest. "Dallas Gray, were you looking down my shirt?"

He leaned over and kissed me. "McKinney, are you complaining?"

I kissed him back, and put my hand on the back of his head, crushing him to me.

"Not in the slightest," I whispered breathily.

Dallas smirked and pressed his lips to mine again. I parted my lips and his tongue danced with mine while his hand wound in the ginger mess of hair at the back of my head. He tugged and I let out a moan, grabbing for his shirt.

I heard someone clearing their throat, and Dallas broke off of me.

"Sorry, I um.." Jenner scratched the back of his neck, "There, uh, there's something you two should see."

He scurried away and I let my head fall back.

"Jenner, you fucking cock block." I groaned.

Dallas smiled and kissed me. "Come on. We've got all night. Let's see what he wants."

I exhaled. "Fine," I stood up from the couch, taking Dallas' hand, "But you're taking a shower with me later."

Dallas grinned, "Yes ma'am."

I led him out of the room, and we followed Jenner down the halls. He guided us into one of his labs, and I swear to god my jaw hit the floor. There were people. Living people.

"Fuckin' hell..." I muttered, eyes wide.