Amongst The Dead : C.H.

.Risky Plans With Open feelings.

Luke and Newt fight with all they have protecting their unconscious owner. Deadheads litter the street coming in at all angles smelling the sweat rolling off Sam's body, "Woof! Woof!" Their barks raspy and jaws tired from grabbing, snapping and biting.

Jet ski engines thunder echoing beyond the gates as the boys raceoff hoping they aren't too late. Thrashing across across waves Calum couldn't help but repeat his fathers words over and over, "Listen my boy....any girl who's gone through as much as she has and appears to be attracted to you is bound to give in, but you must fight fire with fire. Use her words against her, prove to her that it's worth coming here." Determination fills him, he's not giving up, not this time. Mainland came into view Luke pointing to it, "There it is!" Revving the engine Michael and Ashton push the ski's to their limits speeding towards the dock.

*Luke's POV*

No longer feeling Calum's tight grip on my waist I turn my head, making sure he's still there. In that second I turned my head I could see the determination and worry etched into his defined kiwi-scottish features. Focusing back on our destination (that grew closer with every given second) I realise the extent of Calum's feelings....sure he's had a girlfriend or two, but this seemed different. Calum's known for his quiet/shyness and him proving his feelings the way he had when we left earlier this afternoon was out of his character....that's when we all knew he'd fallen head over heels for Sam.

We are quick to park beside the dock instantaneously racing towards the path we had not long ago came down, "Sam! Newt! Luke! Hey!" Our continuous calls are met with dead silence. Ashton, Michael and Calum wear the same devastated expressions already assuming the worst. Usually I'm the one who cowers away afraid, but now I'm taking the lead, "We'll find her." On que an all too familiar brown and black coat came dashing our way viciously barking. We all ran to Luke, "Where is she bud? where is she?"

Doing a complete 360 Luke sprints off in the direction he came from. Ashton, Michael, Calum and myself hot on his trail. The nearer we got to Sam the louder Newt's helpless growling and zombie moans got. Luke stopped at the edge of an old torn down food shack giving us a perfect view of Newt protecting an unconscious Sam, "Fuck...we need to go in now." Calum pulls out his gun starting to head out when Ashton grabbed his v-neck, forcefully tugging him back, "You fucking idiot you're gonna get fucking eaten out there." He looks at me and Michael a plan forming in his head, "Luke stay here and fire shots, Michael head back to the ski's time your shots with Luke, confuse them. Calum and I will retrieve Sam and Newt. Everyone meet at the ski's Luke you gonna have to jump on with Michael and I.....break!"

*Ashton's POV*

My plan like every other has major flaws....one wrong move from either boy could have this horde chasing us leaving Sam wide open to these hungry bastards. Luke rushes infront of Calum and I by passing Sam and Newt dragging the attention of zombies with him. Calum and I use the distraction to run behind another shack within feet of Sam. It's then do Michael and Luke start firing their handguns attracting the horde to move in their direction.

Calum acts fast sprinting to Sam, me falling behind as I stab whatever zombie tries to follow. Poor Newt is beyond tired so I pick him up, feeling him snuggle in my arms and run beside Calum who now carries a very unresponsive Sam. Michael and Luke continue to fire shots diving the horde even further, "To the ski's! Now! Run!" Hearing my screaming demands they both stop firing and run to our ski's Calum, dog Luke and I two steps behind.

*Michael's POV*

We reach our ski's zombies nearly snatching us, their decomposed flesh making contact with our sweaty arms. Pushing them off we make the leap onto our ski's almost slipping into the ocean water. Ashton helps Calum get Sam on the ski, dog Luke jumping on the back with them as Ashton (who tightly holds Newt) squeezes on with Luke and I.

Starting the ski's we race back to the island going as fast as we did on the way here. Minutes later we arrive turning off the engines and running to the gates, "Oi! Open up! We need medical attention!" Guards open the gates, our families watching us run in yelling like lunatics. Mali's quick to notice the blood, sweat and unconscious Sam pointing us in the direction of the medics, "Straight down last hut on the right!" Ben and Jack join us yelling at nosy folks, "Move out of the way! Get the medics! Move!"

Medics rush to our aid prying Sam from Calum's grasp carrying her into the hut, "Get the tubes, her heart rates decreasing!....dehydration....bullet wound's infected!" Are the only words we can make out before nurses close the hut door.