"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

Cole wasn’t prepared for the softness of Dana’s moist lips as she stood on her toes and kissed him with her eyes closed, her torso gently pressed against his.Cole stood here awkwardly with his arms by his side, his eyes glimpsing around the camp as people stared at them.“Don’t worry, I will make sure your camp girlfriend knows you’re single.” Dana pulled away and used her index finger to even out the faint lipstick on his lips.“I don’t have a camp girlfriend.” Cole turned aside and walked toward the cafeteria, queuing in the Unawakened line.“That’s not the impression I got between you and the blonde P.A.X medic.” Dana said from behind him.“She works with Director Hale, which makes her my enemy.” The servers marked their food vouchers and dished their breakfast—scrambled eggs and a blob of mashed potatoes.“There goes our unemployed law enforcer.” Dana snorted as she saw Bertha the B ranker, coordinating the Unawakened food line.“One portion per person!” Bertha yelled as a server

Every person in camp stopped what they were doing at the sound of the explosive gunshots. P.A.X officers hollered in the far distance, their boots stomping on gravel as they marched urgently toward the main gate. Dana pressed Biscuit against her chest and clutched Malcolm’s hand. “What the hell was that?!” Her eyes widened in fear. Cole dropped the duffel bag and hurried to the tent entrance before the echo of the third shot faded, his eyes combing the scene as P.A.X officers converged from every possible direction with their rifles up. Chaos spread across the camp as survivors ran out their tents, the section lines dissolving into a crowd. "Stay here," Cole said to Dana and Malcolm, and ran out the tent before either of them could protest. The camp erupted into two movements as survivors pressed away from the main gate while the officers pressed forward into the commotion. “Run!” A survivor screamed and fell to the ground while running. “Hide in your tents!” Anoth