Septiplier One-Shots

'Til Death Do Us Part

Jack's POV:

Death isn't what it's perceived to be. There are, however, a few things to keep in mind when you die.

#1: Death is optional.

There's no heaven, nor is there such a place as hell. We aren't reincarnated or reborn. Our souls don't cross over into another world. When we die, we have a choice: either we roam the Earth, invisible to everyone other than those of our own kind, or we make a sacrifice and get a second chance at life. When you no longer have anything left to sacrifice, or if you are viewed as unworthy, there is no longer a choice for you.

#2: Life after death is rather normal.

I sacrificed one of my toes, and other than that, nothing in my life has been altered in the slightest. Nothing really changes, and yet, somehow, everything does.

#3, the most important of all:

  Dead people can still have sex.

That's how I came to know all this. My boyfriend bit me, neither of us aware of the virus...

*Flashback*

Mark shoved me into the wall. It didn't hurt, but there was definitely force behind it. He always was a bit rough when he got that lustful glint in his eyes.

"M-Mark... W-we can't," I said hesitantly.

"And why not?" he questioned, his voice a bit deeper than normal as he nibbled my ear lobe.

"We have to go on a- angh~" I couldn't resist the urge to moan as he made his way down to my neck, leaving a hickey every half-inch or so. I had to push him away to finish my sentence, for his every movement made me weaker.

"We have to go on another supply run. We're nearly out of food." I said, regaining composure.

He sighed heavily.

"Well, I was gonna surprise you, but... Follow me."

He led me into the cellar below our base, quickly lifted a tarp, and watched my face turn into one of awe. Stacks upon stacks of canned goods and water bottles littered the corner of the small room.

"Nevermind, then." I concluded, chuckling.

"Good. Now can we have some fun?" he asked seductively. I nodded, and before I knew it, I was pinned yet again.

He started where he left off, starting from the middle of my neck and advancing towards my collarbone. He bit my shoulder, piercing my flesh and drawing the smallest droplet of blood. That was when I saw it.

"Oh...God..."

Mark pulled away.

"That didn't sound like a moan.. What's wrong?"

"Y-your shoulder, Mark..."

"Is it.. is it a...?"

"It's a bite... You got bit... By one of... Them..."

"But... you've been bitten before, right? And you sacrificed your toe and came back to me. Can't I do the same..?"

"Mark... Do you remember Shane?"

"That ass that almost raped you and tried to steal all our supplies? Yes, I remember him."

"You killed him..."

"I'm aware. But it was justifiable. Right...?"

"In the afterlife, any form of human slaughter, justified or not, is considered...well, it makes you..." I gulped nervously, "unworthy."

*End Flashback*

A few days later, surely enough, he died. And turned. And I had to kill that...thing...that physically resembled my husband.

I may be alive, but I haven't lived since that day. I barely eat or drink. I sleep almost constantly. Every now and then, I go out on viscous zombie killing sprees simply to release stress and anger. I've been bitten multiple times, but apparently, I became immune after my first. If I were to kill myself, Mark would be upset, because I know he's probably right beside me still, only I can't see him, or even sense his presence. But I've been trying desperately to die. I want to be with him. He was my sunshine. Now there is only rain; rain and blood and thunder and corpses. I haven't even seen any survivors since his absence, though I've only been out of the base around five times since.

One day, out of nowhere, my saviors came. A horde of zombies broke down the set of steel doors, and I made no effort to move or even struggle as they tore me apart. Choking on my own blood, watching my limbs and guts being ripped and torn from my body, my vision completely engulfed in rotten flesh and red, I smiled. With my last breath, I thanked them. It was finally my time.

***

I woke up with a pounding head and a craving for some unknown substance. Mark hovered over me, looking just as normal as he did before the apocalypse had even started. I stood up, hugging him so tightly I was almost positive I'd squeeze whatever life he may've had in him out.

"What took you so long?"

"What can I say, zombies are slow."

We laughed without a hint of regret or negativity, positively ecstatic to be holding each other once more. Passing a mirror, I realized what we'd become. We were them. We were the flesh-eating things that we'd both been absolutely terrified of not-so-long ago. And yet, we were happy.

"Come here, there are some people you need to meet."

The room was filled with our friends, family members, and a few strangers.

"I'm starting to think our vows were a mistake."

Mark's startled expression made me giggle.

"Wh-what? Why?"

"Because the whole 'Til death do us part' thing was completely bogus."

There is no heaven, and there is no hell. Death is optional. Dead people can definitely still have sex (as I found out that same night).  There may be no real way to save ourselves or our loved ones, because death is also inevitable. But, personally, dying is the most fun I've ever had (without taking my clothes off).

(Panic!At The Disco reference FTW!! XD)