Ever since their encounter with the military two days ago, Zoey had been having nightmares. They were a blend of the horrors the four of them had encountered at the base: the confirmation that they were all Carriers, the doctor being torn to pieces by Infected, and Bill refusing to stop the train. But most of the events in them were imagined: she'd watched as her subconscious mind played out a variety of gruesome deaths of her three fellow survivors. Tonight it was a new imagined horror, but one that scared her more than any of the others.

She was back at the base; wearing that horrible blue dress she'd been forced to wear to her mother and stepfather's wedding two years ago. She was alone which she had not been for nearly two weeks. The silence felt unnatural and abrasive.

Two men in gas masks entered through a door she hadn't noticed before. She opened her mouth to ask what was going on when they simultaneously launched themselves at her, tearing at her clothes and grabbing parts of her nobody had ever been allowed to touch. The sound of tearing fabric as a ruffle from the terrible dress came free drowned out her screaming.

She instantly became aware of the rocking of the train floor under her, but the feel of hands on her still remained. Half bawling, half screaming she threw an arm over her face and scrambled away from the hands.

"Zoey! Hey! It's me!" It took a few seconds, but her sleepy brain finally matched the voice to Louis. She reached out blindly for him, and her face was suddenly pressed into his shoulder.

"You're on a train to the Keys," he told her, grounding her back in reality. "It's okay. There aren't any zombies here."

"It wasn't zombies," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "I was back at the base, and some men were trying to…to…"

"That's not going to happen," he reassured her, understanding what she was hinting at. "Nobody is going to do anything to you."

She became aware that Francis was loitering awkwardly nearby and reached out to him with her free hand. He patted her wrist, and she laughed despite the situation.

"You okay now?" Francis asked.

"Yeah, I think," she lied.

"Nothing is going to happen, okay?" Louis said again. "I promise."

And because he was the one to say it, she almost believed it.