"Dana!" Cole pushed his way through the crowd and parted the gathering around him, trying to reach for her. Biscuit barked at the woman who stood over Dana but the woman kicked dirt into Biscuit's face, causing the poor dog to whimper in pain. The woman—who was twice of Dana's age—wore a blue wristband which indicated she was a B class awakened as she pointed her finger down at Dana. "Did you think I wouldn't see you steal another plate of food?!" She scoffed and trampled on Dana's feet. "You should be grateful they even let your kind into this place!" Dana stood up and shoved the woman hard on her chest, sending her flying into the crowd. "Don't you ever put your hands on me!" Dana yelled at her, "If you dare come close to me or my dog again, I swear I'll kill you!" "Did you see that?! This unawakened assaulted me and threatened to kill me!" The woman glanced around the crowd for support. "You people are just the same as those bloodthirsty Greys, you think you can just—" "Get a

Two days passed in a whirlwind and Cole Asher had already learnt the ways of the camp. The pattern was pretty obvious. Breakfast started at 7 AM, and section one and two lines were always served first. P.A.X officers positioned themselves to separate the higher awakened survivors — S, A, B, C from the lower, enforcing the new law and order. However, by the time the unawakened survivors reach the front of the line, the best food portions were already finished and the servers begin scraping the bottom of the pots. Cole watched this happen on his first morning and nearly began a riot but Malcolm came over to warn him about the building they kept survivors who violated camp order. He wasn’t intimidated by concealed building in the slightest, but was very dissatisfied with the thought of leaving Dana alone while he’s locked in there and so, he decided to overlook the situation. - - - On the morning of day three, Cole collected his half a portion meal and found an empty spot at the

While Cole was sleeping, he felt a slight pressure of a finger making a careful, quick pinch at the back of his head.“Who’s there?!” He jerked and rubbed the throbbing spot at the back of his head, his eyes sweeping across the empty tent in one fast motion.The tent was exactly how he’d left it last night, Dana was still asleep in the far corner and nothing was out of place.However, the nipping sensation on his scalp proved someone was in his room and that person had definitely touched him.Rolling off his sleeping bag, Cole ran outside the tent shirtless with his dark hair tousled, ready to take on the intruder. It was almost 6 AM, the air was freezing, the camp was barely awake and the morning sun had already begun to paint the sky in orange hues. The only people outside were survivors who couldn’t sleep or those who needed to wait in line before the long breakfast queue but Cole immediately sighted his suspect.It was a young woman walking away from his tent in long strides, he