A/N - I tried to make this chapter a little longer and I am extremely happy with the amount of positive feedback I got for my first story...still not sure if I can continue :)

It had been a few days since the incident with the Smoker. After spending a day resting, Zoey and Amber were now getting along better than ever. When they weren't making out or simply just cuddling, Zoey would teach Amber how to talk again. It was a very slow process but it was working.

Each day they spent together, the more their love for each other grew. Zoey monitored an old radio they found in the back of the farmhouse. The Witch came and sat on her lap, once again forcing their lips together. Amber carried Zoey upstairs to the bed, gently laying her down and sitting on her stomach. Smiling shyly down at Zoey, the Witch leaned down, kissing the teenage girl passionately on the lips. Zoey moaned softly, carefully entwining her fingers with Amber's claws. They both closed their eyes and pushed deeper into each other's lips. Opening her mouth, Zoey started to lick over Ambers lips, attempting to explore the Witch's mouth with her tongue. Amber obliged by parting her lips, sucking on the teenagers tongue. This seemed to be their daily routine.

The two continued for several hours, contempt with being in each other's company. Come nightfall, they cuddled tightly, sleeping with the distant sounds of the infected coming from the city. They slept peacefully, Zoey having her legs wrapped around Amber's waist while the Witch had her arms draped around Zoey's neck, the two lovers couldn't be happier.

When morning came, Zoey awoke to find herself staring deep into Amber's red eyes. She giggled: "Good morning Amber" giving her a light kiss on the nose. "Good…Morning" Amber replied with the slightest hint of a giggle. Looking at her now, Zoey could not see her lover as an infected monster. Not after all they've been through. Gathering up her courage, Zoey asked the biggest question of her life.

"Amber, if we get out of here alive…will you marry me?" Zoey asked, looking deep into her lover's eyes. For her part, Amber's eyes went wide, understanding what Zoey was asking. Nodding furiously, Amber squeezed Zoey in a tight embrace repeating "Yes Yes Yes!"

Giggling, Zoey hugged her back, now not caring what happens to her, as long as she has Amber. During the afternoon, Zoey heard a faint sound coming from the old radio. Walking over to it and listening carefully she could make out some words. She tried tuning it to get a better signal. When it was as clear as could be: "Attention all Survivors! Please listen! If you can make it to the coast, we can help you! I say again; we are not infected! Just get to the coast and we can help you!"

The radio cut to static as Amber came beside Zoey. "Who was…that?" She asked softly. Zoey smiled at her. "People that can save us" She gripped Amber in a tight hug as they both quickly left the farmhouse. Fortunately for the couple, the farmhouse was situated no more than 30 minutes from the coast. When they had the coast in sight, they could see a medium sized fishing boat. Moving closer they could see two others walking around on the deck of the boat. Zoey wanted to shout out but knew better. This would be the worst time to attract a horde.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!" Shouted a voice from the boat. "It's ok! We're not infected!" Zoey shouted back, still wary of her volume. Taking a few steps closer the people on the boat saw Amber and immediately freaked. "Don't you bring that….Thing here girl!" The first voice warned. After much pleading and explaining, Zoey got the people – an elderly couple – to trust Amber.

Later that day when the sun was setting, the two lovers sat at the front of the boat, locked in a tight embrace. "We're safe now Amber…We can have a life together" Zoey said softly, giving the Witch a quick but still passionate kiss.