Till Death Do Us Part

After we both prolonged our love for each other and stated our wedding vows, it was then that I looked at her once more, appreciating her outrageous beauty. Her long brown hair, and her defined jawline and perfect collar bones... The list only goes on. I absolutely adore her. From now on, it was going to be her and I. For forever and always. In sickness and in health. Till death do us part. It had already been this way, but to marry someone is a real commitment. Its the REAL deal. It means that you love and take them as they are. It means everything. It means the WORLD. Plus SO  much more.

I kissed her. A kiss that was more than passionate. A kiss that's meaning went way beyond what this world could ever understand. Little did I know, that was the last real kiss that we'd ever share. Our following festivities were interrupted when a loud siren sounded from within the city limits. Everyone was immediately alarmed and became frantic in a way. The weather was beautiful and there wasn't a single gray cloud in the sky. We picked this day to have our wedding on for a reason. We weren't expecting any other excitement. We asked that our guests remain calm... We were getting MARRIED for Pete sakes! This wasn't just an every day occurrence. It was very important, to the both of us. So we didn't take the siren very seriously. It WAS coming from the city. Crime and safety hazards and obstruction was an every day thing in these parts.

We continued on, and that's when it happened. A large mob approached at a rapid rate. Not what you'd think of a "mob" to be. No... The members of this mob were.... dead. The walking dead. Now, don't ask why or how, because I still don't know the answer, but my uncle's girlfriend's brother pulls out a pistol and starts shooting the walkers like how a fat kid eats pie. Like, every shot was right through the dome. And of course, everyone was in a frenzy and panicked. Including me... So, I grabbed my wife's hand and tried to lead the both of us to safety. We managed to make it through most of the chaos... the armed forces and tanks. The shots and explosions. Then just when I start to think that we might actually have a chance, a blonde comes along stumbling from the side of a building. She's got a real ugly mug too. Only a top row of teeth and half a face. Beauty before her new look took on didn't seem as if it did her much justice anyway. Well, she bit the wife. Got her one good time on her shoulder and of course, I wasn't sure what to do.

Medical school doesn't exactly teach you how to treat an infected bite when a zombie apocalypse goes down. All I knew is that I loved and still do love her and that I definitely was not about to leave her behind to become a human happy meal. We got away from the decaying blonde bitch and made it home. Luckily, we lived right around the corner. I got her inside and strapped her down. We both knew what was coming.