Zombie Apocalypse One Shots

How to Love in a Zombie Apocalypse 101

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{TRIGGER WARNING: GORE, VIOLENCE ETC}

How to love in a zombie apocalypse 101

Eric's POV:

     Sometimes you have to wonder what you'd do in a situation in a book or movie you read or watch. Sometimes you have to think to yourself, "wow I would run, abandon that person..." who was being killed brutally. But you really have to out yourself in that situation where you're that person. You have to think of the bond those two had together. How they'd react to that person being killed in front of your eyes.

     Well, that's me. Currently, the girl I loved most was being torn in two right before my eyes. I was horrified. Who wouldn't? Guts spilling right before your eyes. Zombies sinking their slimy, gooey rotting teeth into her thighs... the thighs that I once caressed in our bed. Her legs that I once rubbed when she felt sore from running. Her head that I once kissed. Tearing every thing I once could kiss, feel, and enjoy, right before me.

     My heart was racing. It felt like I ran miles before this. felt like I was a ticking time bomb about to explode. My feet were glued to the ground. This was it- I was frozen with fear, with sorrow, with guilt. If only I hadn't taken us into this store. The store that was the clothing shop we went to every year before the apocalypse hit. The store she would giggle and I'd happily spoil her in... this was my fault. I did this. The reason she was being torn in two was all my fault. I had suggested us visit here for a trip down memory lane. Never had I imagined when we got to the second floor that it's be so bustling. Zombies filled to the rim. We were too far into the store by now so we had chose to run. But only more zombies flowed in. Leaving us trapped.

     While we were trying to escape the surrounded store, she was grabbed. Evelyn... that was her name... I'd call her Eve, grab her by the waist and pull her close, embracing her lips like so tomorrow. But there was no more tomorrow. It was hell. Hell had come from below and taken over this rotten place people had once said could be better then heaven. Fuck. This wasn't heaven. This was worst then any hell ever.

     I finally found the courage to pick up my feet and bolt. Where? I had no clue. Anywhere that wasn't near the shop, near the house we built for safety. Anywhere but this neighborhood. This town. This universe. The zombies were distracted by the corpse of my lover, so I slipped away easily. But I didn't take a chance and continued to run. I continued until I found an empty street, my heart hammering so loudly I couldn't think. I hunched over in the overgrown weeds and emptied by stomach. I felt dizzy. Sick to the core. By now I had finally realized the tears streaming down my face. Mixed with the salty sweat that had been from me running.

    I coughed and gasped for a breath and looked up to see a group of kids. They looked about my age. They had noticed me and pointed, trying to figure out if I was a zombie or a human. And when they finally seemed to come to a conclusion of me being a human they rushed over. A little too late to see me collapse. Everything becoming dark and cold around me. Was I dying? Could I go see Eve again? But my mind went blank completely. Leaving my conscious in complete darkness and silence.

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     I finally came to when I felt some water trickling down my face. My eyes opening. Part of me was upset about me not dying, but the other part was relieved I wasn't dead and continue to fight this god for saken hell. A few kids were huddled around me. Staring at me with a mix of confusion and interest like I was some species they never saw. My hearing finally caught up and heard them mumbling between themselves. I couldn't hear anything they said clearly so they all got mixed up. When they saw me awake they ran and got water, lifting me to sit up and drink something.

"Are you alright?" A boy asked as he sat there, holding a bottle and a straw.

"I'm fine," I growl out weakly. Swooning slightly at the sitting up, sipping the straw held before me.

"You look quite old... how old are you?" A girl asked.

"16." I mumbled softly before some food was shoved in my face. Questions just kept coming. Left and right. My answers shot and to the point. An older boy soon came in. His face covered in small scars. And a large scar on the right side of his face.

"I see you're doing alright," the man commented. He seemed like the oldest of the bunch. "I'm the leader, Max, if haven't figured that out yet." Max... something about his name seemed to roll off my tongue. Like a symbol of peace and love and safety. The same type of feeling Evelyn gave when he was with her.

     Max made everyone leave the room, leaving the two of us to chat. Which was soothing, for some reason I felt like I was with Eve, but I wasn't. I was with a kid named Max, in a base that I didn't even know where it was located. But damn I couldn't get this man to leave my fantasy's alone. I wanted him to pull me into an embrace and make me feel better. Get rid of my guilt for killing my lover in the shop. Get rid of the sadness and my depression that lurked behind this mask of happiness and braveness. I wanted to curl up and cry.

"So... in your little sleep you mumbled something about your lover dying... the way you screamed and thrashed in your sleep made it seem pretty traumatic." I look up to Max and give a stiff nod. It was traumatic. Scary even. I gave a long sigh.

"She was torn in two right before my eyes... I just wanted us to take a walk throughout a store we went to before this hell began... never did I imagine I'd be leaving alone..." My throat felt full. Like I was slowly suffocating. But I was breathing fine. Max's eyes softened as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"If it makes you feel any better I had to kill my lover." He shook his head, "he was hit and got infected pretty badly. I tried to keep him alive but he was gone before we could get him back to base. I had no choice but to end his suffering..." Max was also filled with guilt. I wasn't the only one. And I knew that. Everyone had watched someone die at some point in time. We just had to accept our new reality and continue with our lives.

"Life sucks. But maybe we can make it better if we just... Keep living." I suggested with a small sad smile looking up to Max's eyes, and the smile he returned back made chills run down my spine.

"Yeah we could." He responded as we both gave a soft laugh. He helped me from the medical bed I was stationed on and helped me out to the rest of the house where kids were running around, training, or guarding.

This was definitely a place where I would like to live.

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YAYAYAY I'm actually really proud of this book. I wrote this at like 2:30 man. A bit tired but full of energy and had this in my mind and I love it! I plan to write more :)