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Cammie P.O.V

Nowhere feels safe anymore. The last safe house was a dud. Now Zach and I are running through some building we were just held captive in, and I have no idea where we are. That pretty much sums up my life at the moment.

"Which way," I ask Zach, because we have come to an abrupt stop with two doorways at the of the hall. One on one side, one on the other. "Left one," he states shortly.

"Why," I wonder aloud.

"Because I want to go in that one," He smirks with a mischievous glint in his bright green eyes. Well Zach is acting normal again.

"Before anything else happens, let me do this," he whispers in my ear. Like in old fashioned movie; he sweeps me of my feet and pressed his lips to mine.

"Let's go," he shouts as soon as be releases me, and we bolt through the door in to the unknown.

I'm still in shock from the kiss when I stepped out the door. Not for long.

The door led outside, so we ran for a few yards until we hit a fence. I think, Well why don't we try to climb it, oblivious to the fact that it was buzzing like a swarm of bees.

"Don't it's-," he tried to warn me but it was to late.

I scream at the top of my lungs the moment I touched the metal that happened to be an electric fence, and I was thrown to the ground. By then I blacked out.

P.O.V Zach

This day did not turn out right! Cammie and I were supposed to be relaxing in Paris at the safe house. Instead I am shut inside some Circle headquarters while she is unconscious.

I have her in my arms, and was running the perimeter looking for a break in the fence when I see heavily armed men running toward us.

Finally I notice a small hole that's just the right size, and it seemed to just appear under the fence. I jogged over to it, and pushed Cammie to the other side first. I'm halfway through when I hear a gun cock.

"Do anything, she get's a bullet in her head," A familiar female voice threatens. I look up to see my mom hovering over her the gun aimed at her.

"If she dies you lose everything," I remind her, still unmoving.

"Same for you," She whispers. We glare at each other. Suddenly, someone screams, and we hear gun shots. She turns her head.

I do not.

Oh some Zammie going on! Tell me if you want more, and more Cammie points of view!