AN: Pay attention, the point of view is going to change between Callie and Arizona. It's only for this chapter unless I need to do it later. Here you go! :)

Chapter 11

Friday, January 3rd

Callie's POV

Arizona has been gone for one day and I'm already going crazy. I've kept myself busy by organizing supplies and rearranging the living area. I sat down on the couch and drank some old coffee, thinking about when we met. It was the first day of my history class at a new school and I was nervous. She made it so much easier that day.

"Alright class, settle in." Mrs. Webber said. "My husband is very busy and I don't feel like sending anybody down there today."

I took my seat quietly behind a tall, short-haired guy. He turned around when Mrs. Webber began writing notes on the board.

"Hey, you must be new. Mark Sloan." He shifted his hand over the back of his chair. I gently shook it.

"Callie." I said softly.

"Callie..." he added.

"Torres." I finished.

"Well Callie, it's nice to meet you. Maybe I could show you around. We could exchange numbers and I'll show you the town. There's a place with these amazing burgers and…"

"Mark Sloan. I hope I'm not hearing you flirt with our new classmate." Mrs. Webber interrupted.

"Uh…no…no ma'am." His faced turned completely red.

"Good." She continued with her class.

I leaned over my desk so I was in whispering distance. "And just to let you know…you're not really my type." Mark gave me a curious look, and then went back to his notebook.

I started to glance around the room at my fellow peers and the history maps on the wall. My eyes fell on a blonde sitting in the back, furiously taking notes. She was kind of cute and the way she stuck her tongue hung out the side of her mouth only enforced it. She sat back and leaned to the girl sitting beside her and pointed at the board. It seemed like she was asking a question. Her eyes went to Mark then to me and I thought for sure I was busted. She glanced back to her notebook for a quick second before staring back to me, as if she was doing a double take. I quickly faced the front, but had to look back once more to see if she noticed. The blonde gave me a smile and a tiny wave with her fingers. It was my face turning red now.

The class ended and I walked outside and took out my schedule. I had no clue where this room was. I began looking for Mark; maybe I did need his help.

"Hey." I jumped at the voice behind me. The blonde from the back of the class came around to face me. "You need help finding a class?" She smiled and it was magical, super magical.

"Uh…yeah, actually." I fumbled with my paper.

She seemed to pick up on my worry. "Sorry. I'm Arizona Robbins." Her smile continued to chisel into my heart.

"Callie Torres."

"Let's look at your schedule, Callie." We shared my paper for a moment. "Oh yeah, no problem. Just go up the stairs, third hall, second class on the left." I gave her an unsure look. "I have a little time, I can walk you if you'd like."

Without a second thought I replied, "Sure."

On our way up the steps, Arizona explained all the people to avoid and the ones to befriend. Apparently, Derrick Shepard was a master at holding study sessions. We arrived to the hall and she pointed out the room.

"Um…here's my number in case you need to know anything else. Just text me." She ripped a piece of paper off and handed it over.

"I heard there was a place with good burgers in town. Maybe you could show me that too?" Whoa, slow down Callie.

"Sure. It's the best." She smiled again. That smile was going to kill me. "Have a nice day." She winked.

I turned and began walking towards the classroom. My face was buried in the piece of paper with Arizona's number, so I failed to notice the "Wet Floor" sign. I slipped…and I fell. A long breath came out as I stared at the ceiling. Arizona's face popped up and blocked my line of view. "Looks like you need some more help." Her hand reached for mine and pulled me from the ground. She then continued to help me gather the books that flew from my hands.

It was on from there; cheesy movie dates and late night study sessions at her house. Arizona was always kind and supportive. She also had the ability to know when someone was upset and made sure they were taken care of. I started to think of all the times I needed her and she was always there. Except I needed her now, I needed her here to protect me and keep me warm.

Miranda walked in with the baby in her arms. The crib we made out of a box and old rocking chair parts was moved into the living area after a bug problem in her room. We left Owen to take care of that.

"You just get her to sleep?" I asked.

"Yeah." She placed her in the crib. I walked over and stood beside Bailey, looking down upon the baby.

"Wow." It was all I could say about a baby who has been through so much in such a sort amount of time.

"She's beautiful isn't she?"

"Si, muy bonita." When I looked down, it came to me. I'm not sure where, but it felt right. "Maria. We should name her Maria."

Without looking up, Bailey nodded. "Maria." Owen came jumping down the steps behind us, making a good amount of racket. "Hey! Can't you see this baby sleeping?"

"They're back." He said out of breath.

My jaw dropped. "I...I thought they weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow?"

"Me too, but the car just pulled into the development."

Soon, we were all outside, waiting for them to come through the gate.

Arizona's POV

I was still in so much pain. I was lying on my stomach in the back of my car, and I only knew that because it smelled like the cappuccino Kepner spilled one day when I was taking her and Callie to school. I heard my brother and Jackson speak, but I didn't mind trying to decode what they were saying. I tried to mumble a few words of my own. "Jaa..Jack.."

"Hold on, Arizona. We're almost home." I understood that. Home.

"Cal…Ca…Calliiii. Callio…pe" Callie, she was the one I wanted. She probably would put me out of my misery after I tell her about Carlos.

The car stopped. I closed my eyes and let my other senses take over. Two sets of masculine hands grabbed my arms and pulled me out. I couldn't stand up so I let them take my full weight. Both of my arms wrapped around stubbly, upper back necks. I must have lost my shoes because I could feel my bare toes being drug across the pavement. The air hit my back and I moaned in pain.

"Shit. It huuurts." I mumbled through my gritted teeth.

"We're almost inside the house Arizona." Jackson reassured me.

I heard the gate to the house open and assorted voices yelling out. They were all worried and fast, I couldn't keep up. Two soft, gentile hands cupped my face and I immediately knew who it was. The anxiety over her father and what she must be thinking piled onto me and I left consciousness once again.

Callie's POV

Arizona was in terrible shape. Her back looked like a rabid animal dug into her skin over and over. The backs of her arms had matched and had skin peeling off. The two holding her up were Jackson and who I assumed was her brother. "She get bit?" I asked frantically.

"No." her brother quickly replied.

"Where's daddy…and Stephanie? Where's my dad and Stephanie at?!" Jacksons gave me a sad glance and I fell back into the grass as they carried Arizona in. "NO! No, no, no." Tears began to stream down my face. Aria rushed to be beside me and put her arm on my back.

"Come on, Callie." Her voice was soft and I could hear her start to cry.

Jo and Aria picked me up and we went into the living area. They had laid Arizona on her stomach on the coffee table and ripped her mangled shirt off. Miranda began poking around at certain spots.

"I'm going to need to operate. I have instruments in my bag" she said.

"Operate?! What the hell happened out there?! How could you let this happen?!" I ran up and pushed Jackson hard on his arm, forcing him to take a few steps back.

"Come on." He stepped between me and Arizona's limp body. "Everybody to the kitchen…now."

Everyone but Bailey and Tim reported to the kitchen. Aria and I sat holding hands at the table. Jackson sat beside of us and gave my shoulder a pat.

"What the hell happened out there?" This time, I was demanding and my voice was angry.

Jackson put his hands together and twiddled his fingers. "There were signs of Tim at this boat repair shop. The street was filled; I mean…hundreds of them out there. The city was burned down. It was just awful." He hung his head. "We found a ladder and were going to come in from the side so we wouldn't be seen. Then I…I dropped the ladder, it made noise, and… it was all my fault."

His eyes began to tear up. I only hung out with Jackson because he was friends with Arizona, but he never seemed like the type of guy to cry very often. "Jackson…" I wanted him to continue, hoping they somehow left my father to bring Arizona back.

"Arizona and I made it to the top, but our weight made the ladder crash. Stephanie…Arizona and Carlos tried to catch her, but she fell. Damn bastards were waiting for her." He let a few cries out but tried to cover them with a cough. "Only way across the street was to zip line on a power line. Arizona went, then when Carlos went…"

"No." It was all I could say.

"He slipped and…"

"No, no."

"They got to him…"

"NO." Aria and I huddled together as tears and cries exited our bodies.

"Before Arizona and I could get to him. I'm so sorry Callie."

"Arizona…what happened to Arizona?" One of my loved ones came back and she wasn't in the best shape. I didn't want to lose two important people.

"Tim had planted some C-4 and never had the guts to retrieve the remote to set it off. We teamed up and…went after it." His voice was still cracking up. "Arizona hit her side, jumping to get Carlos so she was running slower than Tim and I. We made it back to safety, but Arizona was still out there with the remote. Next thing we know…the C-4 went off."

"Oh my god." I clapped my hand over my mouth.

"It killed every one of those bastards. When we looked over the bodies lying in the streets, Arizona was with them. Her back was burnt badly, but she was still breathing so we took her to the water and splashed her back. The smell…it was terrible and when the water splashed on her back, it made these disgusting sizzling noises. She's been falling in and out of consciousness the entire trip back. I'm sorry Callie."

All I did was nod.

Aria cleared her throat and spoke up. "I'm sorry about Steph, Jackson."

He nodded.

Everybody surrounded me and Jackson, offering us comfort. Hours passed as Bailey worked on Arizona's back. We were all silent, not wanting to mention anything about what happened or what was going on in the room beside us. After what seemed like years, Tim walked into the kitchen.

He took a deep breath. "The doctor out there said Arizona may not wake up for a while, but as long as we keep cool towels and burn ointment on her back, she should be fine." He place both palms of his hands on the counter and leaned back, looking around the room. "So where are my mom and dad? Arizona said the rest of you were here."

"Man…" Jackson started. "We went looking for them a month ago, but…"

"Damn it." We went over to the cabinets and punched one of the doors. It was so sudden, making everyone jump. When he pulled back, you could see a dent made in the strong wood. Tim stormed out before we could say anything.

"He's always had anger issues." Jackson sighed out.

"I'd like to say the Army helped, but…I've seen him do some pretty bad things." Owen added.

"Is he a decent guy though? He's not going to bash on his sister's girlfriend right?" I asked.

"Oh no, Tim is a loving guy and loves his family." Teddy said.

"Probably why he assaulted the cabinet." Jackson said last.

Miranda walked into the kitchen and we all gave her our attention. "Her back and arms are severely burned. She's unconscious for now, but I'm positive she'll wake up. We need to get her to a bed where she can lay on her stomach and get her body some nutrients."

"She can sleep in my bed." Jackson offered. "I usually end up on the couch and since Stephanie's gone…" His voice trailed off.

"Sounds good, and it's on the bottom, so she'll be able to get around easier once she starts moving around."

"What about me? I'm not leaving her alone." I insisted. Arizona needed the bed to herself, but I was going to be in the room with her.

"Um…you can take the couch cushions. I'll make it up for you and I'll get the bed ready for Robbins." Jackson offered.

"Okay. Thanks." I whispered back. Avery got up and left the room.

Arizona's POV

My pain had gone down. I could feel something wet and cold on my back. My head was starting to hurt from the ringing noise coming back.

"Mmhhmm." I moaned out.

"Arizona?" I could hear my name, but it was muffled, like I had headphones in with no music playing.

"Arizona? Can you hear me?" I turned my head, creating major pain in my back, but I turned so I could see the rest of the room and not the beige wall. My eyes were squinted so I could only see so much and even that was unclear. "Arizona? This is Bailey, can you hear me?"

"Mmm." I moaned.

"Good. You've got some burns on your back, but I've cleaned you up and put some burn ointment and a cool towel. You need to stay off your back for now okay?"

"Mmm." Burns, that would explain the extreme pain.

Bailey stepped to the side. "Arizona? Can you hear me?" I could tell it was Callie's voice, but I couldn't make out her face. It looked like a blob of with brown hair and pink lips. She placed her hand on top of mine, right beside my face. My hands where facing down, one hand on each side of my face, like I was surrendering to a cop.

"Ye…eeh." I was trying my best to communicate with her. It was hurting me more not being able to talk with Callie.

"They put us in Jackson's room. He's right down the hall, so if you need to get up, he can help."

I remained silent.

"Arizona?" She started to brush the hair off my face.

Tears filled my eyes and I was no longer able to see Callie's figure. I wanted to ramble on about how sorry I was and that it was all my fault and I would understand if she hated me.

"What's wrong? Why are you…Arizona." Callie bent down closer to my face and let tears fall to match mine. "You don't have to say it, I know. And it was his choice to go, not yours."

My breathing picked up which made my back scream in pain and my face flood with wetness. "I…mmm…so…sorry Cal." I managed to say that. I had to let her know.

"Don't. Save your energy." I squinted in pain. "We named the baby. Maria. I'm not sure where I go it from, but I thought it fit." Callie added.

"Mmm, beautiful" I mumbled.

I could feel Callie's smile in the atmosphere. I covered her hand with mine blindly and squeezed it tightly. She gave me a sip of what tasted like water with fruit. They must have mashed some fruit together so I could eat something.

"Everything's okay, go back to sleep."

I knew things weren't "okay", but I was still so tired. The last thing I felt before going to sleep was a kiss on the top of my knuckles.

Callie's POV

Arizona was sound asleep, but there was no way I could sleep now. I went into the living area and sat on the couch arm below Jackson's feet.

"Need something, Torres?"

I sighed and hung my head. I feel like I could cry again if there was any more liquid in my tear ducts. Some tears were for daddy, some for Arizona, some for Stephanie, and some for being so damn tired of running from these things that have taken over the entire western coast. "We need to go to Texas." I said. "Miranda said we were running out of medical supplies and Arizona would need more treatment than she can give alone."

Avery sat up. "Yeah. I'm just not sure if we should move now. We're safe here and Arizona's going to be laid up for a while. We need to get here though; I'm just not sure when we should make the move."

I just sat there and zoned out. There's hardly anything to live for any more. Arizona, she was the only thing worth living for. "I'm just glad she's alive."

"Me too." Jackson cleared an area off the couch beside him. "Here, sit."

I walked over and sat beside him. We sat together quietly, with my head resting on his shoulder, not wanting to talk. Tim walked in from outside and sat in the chair beside us.

"Is she doing okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, she just woke up and mumbled a few things. I gave her a sip of juice and she went back to sleep." I looked over to Tim, taking in his full appearance for the first time. He was a built guy and looked tough. I haven't seen him smile, but I knew it had to be as beautiful as Arizona's. His hair was short, but not stubble. It was a dirty blonde color; darker than Arizona's, but lighter than say Jo's brown hair. There was stubble all over the bottom of his chin and neck with a five o'clock shadow above his lips and cheeks. His eyes were light blue to match the rest of the Robbins family. I wasn't sure about his age, but he had to be a few years older than his sister, maybe in his mid-twenties. He was wearing a grey worn U.S. Army shirt, baggy camouflage pants, and dirt-covered black boots.

"So…you're Callie, huh?" I didn't know if Arizona talked to him often, but he must have known we were together.

"Yeah."

"She's told me a lot about you. She told how you guys would sneak out on the weekends, said she was eager for me to meet you. I've never heard her talk about a girl so…delicately. It's like she was becoming poetic or something. It was kind of gross, but I can see it now." He paused for a while and I wasn't sure if I should I speak up. "She loves you."

"I love her." I stated.

"That's good to hear. And I'm truly sorry about you farther and Jackson's girl." Tim hung his head in his hands, rubbing his face.

I couldn't talk about my dad right now, so Jackson took over. "Dude, you saw how bad it was out there. Hell, if Arizona didn't set off the explosions when she did, we probably wouldn't be here either."

"I just wish it was me with a messed up back. If I wasn't such a pussy, I would have set that C-4 off when my group was still down there. It would have saved so many lives." Tim rubbed at his face harder, as if he was getting upset.

"It's going to be alright, Tim." I said softly. "I'm happy you guys came back though, and you brought my girlfriend back. If we can just make it to Texas, we'll be fine right?" Maybe Tim new more about what was going on down there.

"Texas has been kept up nicely. I had a friend who was down there when this all started. He told me about how they've set up different districts in the major cities; Dallas, San Antonio, Austin, El Paso… He was set in El Paso, said the Mexican border had fallen, but once all the healthy were over, they regained control and it was keeping infected from coming over. Apparently, Mexico was hit hard, the entire country was infected. All of their wild life was killing their people and acting strange. They were still unsure about where it came from, but it's unusual in the way it's spreading, going up the coast like it did. Some might have thought it was in the water, but our guys tested different samples and it's not the case."

"So it started in Mexico?" I asked.

"Yeah. I know it may seem crazy to find safety in such a state so close, but it's the most protected right now. My guy down there said the districts have a medical center, a food distribution center, a place to get clothes and blankets….it's all down there."

"You think we could make it?"

"This group? Hell yeah. You guys have three soldiers, an all-star football player, my badass sister…we could easily make it to Texas."

"When should we go?"

Jackson interrupted. "Have you seen our supplies, Callie? We're running out and more of the infected are making their way up here. I know if we do move it has to be soon."

"I'll talk to Owen and Teddy, but we need to start packing. I understand you guys have a baby, but if you want that baby to survive, we need to get a more safe shelter and the right food." Tim suggested.

"Right, so we'll starting getting our things together." I went upstairs to gather mine and Arizona's belongings from our old room.

Arizona's POV

There was a slight hammering noise which woke me up. It was a thud, like someone has hitting the wall. The ring in my ears had toned down, so it was clearer and I could tell it was coming from above my head. I moaned at the slight stiffness in my neck as I tried to look to the source of the noise. A shadow formed on the wall and I could tell it was something outside the window of my room.

I sat half of my body up with my arm. Something was going on and I couldn't let the pain hold me back. My attention went to the window where I saw a small, animal like figure on the window. I blinked a few times so my vision was sharper. It looked like a raccoon or some other small mammal. It began banging on the window harder and harder with a rock and its head. There was already a crack in the window where it had been hitting with the rock.

Another animal came up beside it and another. They all began hitting on the window until it fell into pieces. They had to be infected because no animal had the strength to break a window like that or suffer that much damage to the head and still be able to move.

I swung off the bed, letting the towel fall off my back. I realized my shirt was at the end of the bed so I reached for it then slipped it on. The fabric brushing over my burnt skin almost brought me to my knees in pain. I grabbed the tall lamp post from the corner of the room and pointed toward the group of infected critters wiggling into my room. Oh come on! A wave of energy hit me as I stood with the lamp in my shaky hands.

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