“Yes, yes, of course,” Cameron agreed to him discussing the course of action that awaited them. A day away seemed like nothing now, although it would be preferable if Omega was closer. Oh well. She tried to choke down the thought of having a stranger keep watch of her while she slept, but there was no other choice, was there? The mention of the box startled her a bit, and she let out a nervous chuckle. You would think they would make the box a little less noticeable if it was some great secret.  She scooted it near her and curled up into nearly a fetal position, watching the flames and quickly falling asleep.

Cameron’s body twitched a sliver as dreams of what she had seen in the last few days replayed in her mind. The sleep itself was deep, possibly due to her new circumstances or just physical exertion, but it was sleep, and boy, did she nee it. A simple dream of the rows of food grown in the village turned it to a nightmare of them burning rapidly and not being able to find an exit. Her heart rate increased, and panic set in. In a last ditch effort, she jumped into one of the walls of greenery – then [b]BANG[/b]. It woke her up abruptly, and she began searching around the building. 

Hearing a struggle close by, she looked around for Justin. Gone. Oh, Justin was [i]in[/i] the struggle. [i]Shit, Justin was in the struggle[/i]. At the realization, Cameron jumped up from the floor and pulled her knife out from it's holster, dashing towards the direction of the noise, until her eyes locked on him and she skidded to a halt. The sight of the man striking Justin repeatedly caused a wave of adrenaline to shoot through her. Immediately, she began running towards the assailant and launched herself onto his back, slipping an arm around his throat and squeezing as hard as she could while the other hand held the knife’s tip pointed to his jugular. After a few moments on not getting a good breath, the man dropped to his knees holding his neck and gasping for air. 

Cameron looked to Justin; she didn’t know how he usually handled these types of situations. Does he kill them? Does he question them? Her eyes shot down to the man on the floor, and she cocked her head to the side observing him. Why would they barge in to an abandoned building with guns? What were they looking for? Her gaze returned to him. “Is this normal?” she nearly laughed as she caught her breath.