Amongst The Dead : C.H.

.An Understanding.

Surprised Calum spun around wrapping his muscled arms around her shoulders, "Thank fuck! I thought you were gone." Peering at Ashton, Luke and I she sends us a look. Ashton obviously getting the memo put a hand on Calum's shoulder, "Give her some space bro." Calum snaps out of his demeanour sheepishly smiling, "Right sorry."

Sam takes a breath giving him a small smile, "It's okay." We all stand still anticipating our next move, "We sleep here. Deadheads never invade the same place twice, plus the smell from these ones will drive them around."
"In other words camouflage?"
"In other words." We smile at eachother an understanding passing between the both of us. I'm afraid of losing my boys and she's afraid to become attached to us. Call me a dick-head, but if our stubborn personalities didn't clash as hard as they did I would've come to this conclusion a long time ago, "Move those couple of bodies over there, it should provide enough space for us to fit."

Sam, Ashton and Calum had move a few bodies aside creating a small rectangle like area for us to sleep/blend in without being overly suffocated by the closeness of rotten corpses. Luke and Newt are quick to lay on the edge of the rectangle right next to Sam who took off her pack laying her prized weapons next to her head and curled into a ball, sleep already taking over. Following her actions Luke, Ashton, Calum and Myself take up the rest of the cleared area (Ashton on the far end next to Luke who's beside me leaving Calum between Sam and I), "I'm glad I got stuck in this shit-hole with my brothers, I wouldn't be here without you."

We silently laugh at Calum he never was one for heart to hearts, but in this moment who cared, "I'd say, I'd probably befriend a raccoon and convince myself it's name was Pengu, then try and cuddle it."
"hahaha I could actually see you doing that." Ashton splutters at Luke's imagination process. Our laughter soon dies down. Sam's heavy breathing reminding us of her sleeping state. I pitch in allowing my emotions to control my mouth for once, "We have Sam to thank for this, without her who knows where we'd be or if we'd still be alive. I hate to say it, but I'm gonna miss having her around."

The boys solidly agree each of us having grown a soft spot for the stubborn girl and her dogs, "Night boys."
"Night."

*Sam's POV*

The sunlight cut through my eyelids forcing me to open them. Sleep came easy for once and I was able to get a good few hours in, hopefully making up for all the hours I missed within the last 7 months. Luke and Newt are up and playing around re-energised for the day. Sitting up I flick my gaze to the still sleeping boys next to me. Their relaxed facial features making them appear younger more innocent. I sigh these boys have witnessed enough this past week for it to haunt their dreams for years to come, I just hope they know what's coming.

Calum stirred, the ground uncomfortable on his shoulder and flipped over cuddling into the back of Michael who is happily cuddling Luke, Ashton cuddling him from the other side. I laugh it's a damn legitimate human burrito. Standing up I step over the mauled corpses, going behind a building to do my business. Once I finish I make my way back to our camp spot, Luke and Newt had calmed down and are now trying to wake the boys up. I let out 3 short, quick whistles, Luke who knew the sound well, got on his toes and ran across the boys sleeping bodies, Newt observing with perked ears and wide eyes instantly following behind.

"What the fuck?" Calum groans opening his eyes, looking directly at me, "It's too early for this shit." Shrugging I fold my arms across my chest and narrow my eyes, "Don't care, get up."
"No."
"You leave me no choice." I whistle the same pattern again this time louder, Luke and Newt now putting their full weight on their paws as they continue to run across the boys, "Ow fuck, get them off."
"Are youse getting up?"
"Maybe." I raise my eyebrows at them, letting the dogs keep running and jumping, "Fine! Fine....just get them to stop." Pleased with the reaction I call, "Heel!" Both dogs halt next to me, tongues hanging out while they huffed and puffed. Murmuring profanities the boys get up each going to do their business before we pack up and leave.

Picking up my pack I take out a couple of tins of dog food, pouring it on the floor as always before taking out a water and 2 muesli bars for myself.

*Calum's POV*

I was zipping up my jeans when Luke, Michael and Ashton waltz over wearing the same mocking expression. I raise my eyebrows at the 3 wondering what possible torcher they plan on putting me through today. They made it their job to annoy me since I'm the quiet/shy one with an attitude problem. In my moody moments I liked to think myself as Alpha since Luke's the omega him being the youngest and all and use it against them in a battle for power before taking stage guess this is karma.