“I’m sorry about Mileena,” she whispered to him with a saddened look on her face. Cameron couldn’t imagine that pain, and she never wanted to, which was the main reason that she had always tried to never grow attachments to anyone. Not in a hostile world like this.

“Well,” she began, propping herself up a bit, “you may need a little more than watermelon.” She smirked before scratching her head mindlessly in thought. “I really don’t know. I never really planned on making it this far, as awful as that sounds.” The last part of her sentence she mumbled. “I wanna get back into training and fighting. The past few weeks have been [i]fun[/i] and all, but fighting for your life takes some of the enjoyment out of the sport.”

She laid back down and bed a sighed faintly. “Maybe I’ll work on your watermelon farm. Or who knows, maybe after we save the world, we’ll be crowned the king and queen of the United States, or however it works. I never paid attention in history class.” 

Cameron wiggled her body into a comfortable position and let her eyes begin to flutter shut. “I think it’s best we get some rest, huh?” she whispered. “Good night, Justin.” 

[center]*****[/center]

A nightmare caused Cameron to pop upright out of bed in full panic, panting for air until she looked around at her surroundings, slightly illuminated by a single candle still burning from the night before. Her head snapped over to Justin’s cot, and she could faintly see the outline of his body underneath a blanket.

After lying back down in bed silently for a few minutes, she made the decision to wake Justin up. The sooner they began their journey up to Portland, the better.

She sat at the edge of his cot, and as his back faced her, she placed a hand on his well-muscled arm and shook him gently. “Hey,” she whispered, “Justin. We should probably head out soon.” 

Cameron lifted herself from his cot and marched back to her to prepare her things to go. Her fingers worked at the laces on her boots to tie them, and next, they were desperately trying to wrap her long hair up into the bun that had become an all too familiar hairstyle as of late. 

“I’m ready when you are,” she whispered once again as her hands dug through her pack, sorting things in an order they made most sense and taking out unnecessary items that may just weigh her down if she brought them along. 

Cameron wasn’t sure that she was 100% mentally prepared for whatever laid ahead of her and Justin, but in reality, she didn’t have a choice. They had to do what they could to secure possible salvation for human, even if that meant sacrificing themselves in the process. Knowing Justin would be coming along did provide a sense of security that was foreign to her, but she gladly took the comfort she got from him. He was easy on the eyes, too. [i]That[/i] she couldn’t complain about. 

[i]”Stop it, Cameron. Save the world first.”[/i]

Another reminder from her inner-voice.  It was right though. There were no time for such trivial thoughts right now.