The Last Stand (Rewritten)

Six- Scared To Death

"Love will never leave them behind."

Zoey's POV

"Dude, I'm half your size!" I groaned as I aid Francis to get his ass up, "Come on, get up." Then finally, he got up. I know, he wants to scream in agony because of his gashes at his stomach, I grabbed my med kit and I patch him.

"Ugh. You know what, I hate these gashes... Ouch." He grumbled in pain. "For a while, Francis. I still patching you up." I muttered he just nodded.

After I patch him, we walk towards the sea cliff.

"I hate that Manager and the Old Diaper died." He moaned as he bowed his head. I stroke his back. "I know man, I know." I replied. We're only two left and we want to escape from harm and death. I watched at him and I saw him in pain and walked clumsily. Then I leaned at his holster, and I found pain pills. I grabbed it and gave it to him.

"Francis, take this pain reliever." I moaned and then he leaned at me. "Zoey, I remember the time that Louis said that *Pills Here*" he sighed as he took the pill, "and then I said, *you and your wife had been fighting because of these pills, huh Sunbeam!?*" then, we make a short laugh and stopped.

"Francis, I remember the time that because of Bill's smoke, the smoke scented long tonguer called as Smoker!" I giggled, "then he annoyed at us every time we called that creature!" We laugh again but we stopped and remember the time that we saw them struggling and dying. We stopped at the cliff of the sea and glanced at the sea, we see nothing, but a sink boat near at the bay area.

"Ugh," he groaned, "just two of us. Shit." then he rubbed his head. "Yeah." I sighed, "This is not going well."

"If this is our last night to be immune, do you have regrets 'bout something?" He asked.

"We lost them because of me." I sighed and bowed my head. He comfort me and say, "It's not yer fault, sweetie," then he hold my face, "It's my fault." I leaned at him as he hold my face.

"Franc--" I insist, but he put his finger on my mouth. We're silent for a while, and he began to speak.

"I hate of being guilt. I hate everything that really annoys me. I hate that they didn't make it to survive. And I hate...if you're losing at my side." He said softly as he blinked and his face blushed.

My eye brows furrow, and I gave him a blank face. I don't know what I am going to say. We just gazed each other's eyes. Then he began to speak again.

"I'm scared to death because of you.. And I going to ask you a thing...d-do you love me, too?"

I just looking at him, dumbfounded what is asking for. I feel my heart began to beat very loud, even his. My green eyes gazed only at his brown eyes the way we have something desire to each other. My body is shivering in cold that my mind can't think clearly. And hot tears began to water.

That feeling that I've never been expirenced ever since. That feeling that our surroundings run in a slow motion and thinking its like a normal night of

Romance.

Why I thinking about this love? It's gonna be distract us to survive. We're not meant to be.

I'm only 19 years old, and he's 28.

* Great age gap! *

He's stupid, I'm good observant.

* Sometimes, alternate. *

He didn't believe in destiny, but yah, I am.

* So.. What? *

He has expirenced love, but I have no idea what love is?

* I'm NBSB, and no expirenced about LOVE. *

But what is this?

Four days after the apocalypse started, we met in a safe house on the way to the city of Fairfield, I found him uniquely. The man who hates everything except for his vest, his stupidity attitude that makes me laughs. I don't know why this 'desire' grows? I don't know when? Or I don't know how?

But I know, that I love him now.

And I can't believe that he confessed right now.

"Francis...."

"That was my confession that I want to say to you, two days ago." He moaned as my face began to winced. Yeah, he said that he had to confess something but I fell asleep and I didn't hear what he said.

"Now, we're going to die. I'm scared." Still, I teared away as he comforted me.

"I know Zoey. But you know what before, I'm not afraid to die, but because of you.... Right now, I'm scared," he said still in a stern voice as he wipe my tears,

"....but I'm dying." He said as he hugs me tight and we feel the cold air that make this hell world into heaven.

"I love you." He whispered and my whole body chills.

"Francis, why are you doing this?" I sobbed; still I can't believe what he said.

"Shh.. Stop it sweety, I'm telling the truth."

Then we stopped hugging each other when we hear a disgusting voice. A Boomer. And ugh, he ruined our moment.

"Boomer! Where the hell are you?!" Francis snapped in frustration. We leaned everywhere but we saw nothing.

"Where did'ya go asshole?!" Francis yelled again.

And suddenly, I leaned at my side, I saw Boomer and he's going to puke on me.

"Shit!!!!! It slimes me!" I yelled then I shot him three times the Boomer exploded.

*hubbub*

"Crap. Third wave." I growled as we reload our guns.

"I have a plan. We need to escape here." He said as we started to shot these shits. But still, I'm covered with goo. "I can't see Francis!." I yelled as I struggle to keep my mind shooting them. "Keep closer to me! We can't leave ourselves behind!" He yelled.

"Okay... Francis." I said as I trying to near at him using with my sense of hear. But someone tied me and pull me away from Francis. I think, it's a Smoker.

"Crap! Oh shit man! No no no NO!!" I squealed and frightening as the horde is going to kick my ass down.

"ZOEY! ZOEY!" Francis yelled in horror. I wish that he could save me because he knew that I'm scared for...

Death.