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{The Grim Series} The Lovers That Went Wrong- Harry

ehehehehehe sorry if I made you guise cry.......>.>

I've been playing some resident evil so this one is a zombie one :D so this one is kinda a romantic version of Resident evil....if that makes sense......I dont own resident evil before anybody starts getting mad at me

~Flora

You were running,  you remember everything. It had been a normal day. She was bitten, you remember cutting through her skull. Blood spilling everywhere. That was all to remember. In only a matter of minutes the whole world was ina chaos. But thank God he was still alive. You glanced at Harry, he had survived the attack. He was the only person who knew you. Understood you.

Five years passed and the apocalyptic paramedic spread from not just America, but the world. For all we knew, we were the only ones who survived.

You turned to Harry and asked,

"Where are we headed to?" You asked.

Harry kept his eyes on the road, his mouth set in a tight line before he answered,

"Keep on the road, and stay away from big cities, that's where 'they'  tend to group together, as for now we're gonna search for survivors, if there are any,"

 Before the undead came, you knew Harry, the two of you were in love, he was happy, he was nothing like he was now. He turned cold, and serious. The night was soon falling, by now you had reached an abandoned motel. 

You pulled out your gun and flashlight from the backseat, Harry did the same. You entered the motel. 

"Watch my back," You said grimly, he nodded and followed you down the hallway. You began to search the rooms for anything, food, clothes, ammo. Once you cleared the first hallway you stalked down the corridor to enter the next hallway. It was empty, not a sound was heard, except for maybe the pounding of your heart in your chest as you advanced. 

You entered room after room, you found some ammo and some food in cans in the kitchen, seemed like they were better than nothing. You pulled a second gun out from its hollister, positioned at your hip. you could hear the ominous moaning of the undead coming from a room. Disgusting squelching noises indicated they were feeding on something. Light screams could be heard. You motioned Harry to watch your back, you kicked the door open and was immediately tackled by one of 'them' You struggled and wrestled it until you heard a gunshot, and the body went limp. Harry had shot it in the head.

You pushed the body off you and stood up, the person it was eating was still alive, he only had one bite mark, but either way. You stood up and checked yourself for bite marks. There were none, you sighed in relief. The man was stocky in build, his clothes indicated he was a local. He stood up, his face contorted in a happy sort of way. 

He staggered over to you, only to get shot in the head, his face then turned into confusion. You placed your gun back in your hollister. If he were to live he'd just turn into one of them, you were doing him a favor and letting him die human. 

Harry put a hand on your shoulder.

"We should get going, more miight have heard our ruckus," 

You nodded and followed him out of the motel. you climbed back into the car and began to drive. Night had come. You parked the car and told Harry to get the sleeping pack. You began to gather wood and you built a fire. Harry laid out the sleeping bag and tiredly sat on his.

"We haven't rescued a single survivor, we don't even know if there's a cure, damnit! why did God let this happen?!" Harry yelled, his head held in his hands. 

 You stood up from the fire and grabbed his shoulders and said. 

"Look, I know it really doesn seem like we're the only ones out there, but I seriously think that there are others out there, surviving, we just haven't found them yet, you just have to make a promise to yourself that until you find them you won't die out on me, or on humanity, promise me that, Harry,"