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Zompocalypse Diaries Epilogue- February, 13, 2013

Zompocalypse Diaries Epilogue- February, 13, 2013

I'm showing now, after only about 2 months. It's bound to happen I guess, it just seems too soon. Showing, you ask? Let me tell you the back story:

We made it, as you already know. Most of us anyway. Jordan....he didn't.

We were safe, comfortable. We made the second trip to the boat without incident. Jordan and I went on our own, giving us time (now that we weren't running for safety on a daily basis) to further our relationship.

Sure, it had only been a month we'd known each other but the two of us in that month had gone through more than most couples have in their whole lives.

That night, we stayed on the boat, not wanting to risk another after dark trip in a heavily animal infested area.

I gave him my heart that night, my body and my soul, only to have it ripped away on our early morning trip back to the bunker.

He was being his cocky self, walking along the railing on the bridge that led to our trail when he slipped, it wasn't the fall that got him though. He managed to grab hold of the railing before he plummeted to his death. It was the first step back on solid ground that got him.

A garter snake, non venomous and usually very docile, struck at him from the bushes just off the bridge. Since the morning had been freakishly warm, he was in shorts and it managed to get him in the ankle just above his flimsy sneakers.

We thought nothing of it as we continued our trip. A garter snake, how much damage could it possibly do? We hadn't seen any other infected snakes so that thought hadn't even crossed our minds.

The further into the forest we got, the more he complained of the bite. I thought he was just being his normal, whiny self....until he complained of the burning. My mind shot days back, to the freshly bit woman along the river bank, screaming about the burning.

No. It couldn't be. I pushed him to the ground and checked the bite. Swollen, pussing, it smelled of death and was being quickly eaten away by the virus.

I gasped and jumped to my feet, taking some steps back to distance myself from the man I loved.

"Jordan, you're bit." Tears streamed and my body shook. Why did it have to happen now? "What do we do?"

My answer was a low groan and a sharp piercing scream, it was already overtaking him. I took one last look at him, watching as his deep green eyes faded out and flashed to the pitch black of the undead.

I let out a final sob as he jumped into a crouch, eyes gleaming and jaws snapping, ready to pounce on me. I quickly raised my revolver, there was no time to think now, and fired. Once, twice, three times. Jordan fell to the ground, dead and I continued the walk back. Lonely, devastating, so painfully quiet without Jordan here to joke around with.

I said nothing as I walked into the bunker alone. They all stood, mouths agape. Mom, Bruce, Carrie. They must have heard the shots, seen the dried tears on my dirty face. I only shook my head and walked further down the hall, needing privacy.

So here we are, almost five months later. We're making to leave soon, the small town of Seaside was running low on food rations and weaponry and it was time to move on. Mom, Bruce, Carrie, myself and the little one growing inside me. I just know is going to be a boy.

I think I'll call him, Oliver.