At Least The Zombies Ship Us

Only One Bed

We both turned around, bracing ourselves to see where we would be living for the next few days.

There was a double bed in the shape of a heart against the back wall, a sofa with pink and red cushions, and a window concealed with... Normal coloured curtains. A sign hung above the bed, with big swoopy letters in calligraphy spelling out "honeymoon suite".
Dread flooded across both our faces.
"well fuck" i said, secretly hoping she'd be unbothered.
"can we change rooms or is it too late?"
Well im not sure what i expected, but i still felt a slight sinking feeling in my chest
I grabbed a cup that was resting on the shelf filled with complimentary heart shaped biscuits, tea bags, and a kettle, with, youve guessed it, a fucking heart pattern on it (even i, as a hopeless romantic, dont like hearts that much). I put the cup against the door - when i pressed my ear against it i could hear more moaning and growling sounds.
"i think its too late"

A couple hours pass and we're making the best of what we've got. There was a tv in the room, and we had our phones (not that they would be much use considering theres no point texting a zombie) but it was enough, and even just her presence was something i had craved for so long. Suddenly, binge watching the first three seasons of friends with her was more appealing than being any other place in the world, even with zombies scraping and throwing themselves at the door.

We stayed up till 3am, barely talking, just satisfied with each others company, and i guess we decided to sleep for the sake of passing time.
I decide that maybe this doesnt have to be like a cringey wattpad story.
"i can sleep on the floor if you're more comfortable that way"
"no, no its ok"
"what about some sort of pillow wall between us"
A few seconds went by and she just looked at me like 👁️👄👁️, so i decided to just accept that maybe, just maybe, things could turn into some sort of platonic 'her playing with my hair as i rest my head on her chest' sort of thing.

Thats not exactly what happened.
But kind of.
Just wait and see.

We were on opposite sides of the bed for most of the night, and i guess trying to sleep with raspy growling noises was harder than we'd both anticipated, so around 5am she turned around and saw me hugging a pillow (thats how i usually sleep, dont judge) and she said "are you pretending that pillow is me?"

*this seems big headed of her now that i say this but she knew i was crushing on her from the obvious gay panic moments, and i knew she knew*

"i-uhh- no of course not" i stammered, yeeting my pillow halfway across the room at an attempt to not creep her out. She looked at me with one eyebrow raised, but with a half smile that was sort of amused, as if to say "ok we both know youre lying but im gonna play along"

A few seconds pass and we're just laying in the middle of the room in the dark, facing each other.
"come here"
Her voice was so calm and clear, but fragile at the same time.
I move closer to her and look at her hopefully, i guess asking for permisson in a sense.
"go ahead"

No you dirty minded person, we're not gonna fuck. Ew how dare u have the audacity to think that🙄🖐️

I rest my head on her chest and she puts her arm around me. This is usually the part of the daydream where i snap back to reality and realize im hugging a pillow alone in the dark - but i didnt snap back. It was basically everything i'd ever dreamed of. Apart from the risk of zombies pounding down the door and biting us.