(y/n) and James ran through the woods. At the moment, they were running away from the bandits that had raided their camp. The bandits killed most of their group. The only reason (y/n) had survived was James. He cared for her, stitched her wounds, saved her from the zombies, and pushed her to keep going when she didn't think she could.
"Let's go!" James shouted, making (y/n) run faster. He lead her into a small gas station. He motioned for her to stay behind him and scanned the area, gun in hand. Once he thought it was safe, he pulled (y/n) in for a hug. "We're safe." he said, kissing the top of her head. "Thank you, James." "For what?" "Everything."
The next morning, (y/n) woke up just as she fell asleep, curled in a ball on a chair in the same gas station. The only thing that was different, was the fact that James wasn't next to her anymore.
(y/n) jumped up, looking everywhere for James. "James?!" she screamed, afraid of loosing the only friend she had. "Jame-" (y/n) was cut off bye a hand covering her mouth. "Shhh!" (y/n) sighed in relief, recognizing James's voice. "Where were you?" she asked. "Out making sure they stopped following us." "Thank god. I thought you had gotten eaten out the-"
(y/n) stopped mid-sentence, staring at the zombie, who walked through the door that James had left open, in shock. James turned around to see what was wrong and immediately shot the zombie in the head. He looked out the door, eyes widening by what he saw. There were more coming. Many more.
James shot as many as he could. He didn't have enough bullets. They were surrounded and (y/n) only had a few bullets left.
James took (y/n)'s gun and used a few of the bullets to kill the zombies before shoving through the hoard with (y/n) in his arms. They ran away as far as their legs could carry them, ending up in an alley. "James," (y/n) said, panting. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the palm of his hand. When James looked, his face paled, his eyes widened, and he started shaking. "Fuck." he mumbled. "Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. "What is it?!" (y/n) shouted.
James raised his hand. There was a very small bite. He was infected. "No..." (y/n)'s eyes began to water. James pulled her in for a hug, his eyes watering as well. "You know what we have to do." He said as he wiped a tear from her cheek. "No. I can't. I can't kill you. I love you." She said. "I love you too. I always have." he said, handing her the gun. "Can't we just cut off your hand or something?" (y/n) said, crying and looking around for something to do it with. "If we can find something sharp enough." James said, trembling slightly at the thought of loosing his hand. But the thought of loosing (y/n) and making her fend for herself in this cruel world was much more terrifying.
They looked around, eventually finding an old axe. James rested his arm on a crate and closed his eyes. (y/n) held the axe loosely at her side. "I love you, James." she said. Lips trembling, she raised the axe above her head and swung down as hard as she possibly could.
James's screams could probably be heard for miles. Blood splattered all over both of their faces. James passed out as the bones in his forearm made gruesome crunching noises as they separated from the rest of his body.
(y/n) ripped off the sleeves of her shirt and used them to cover the wound. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." she mumbled while she dragged James into the nearest building. She made sure there weren't any more zombies around before laying on the floor with James. "I'm sorry, James. I love you..." she whispered as she cried herself to sleep next to him.
(y/n) woke up to James nudging her arm. "(y/n). (y/n) wake up." (y/n) jumped up and gave James's the biggest hug she could. "James!" She cheered. "You're okay!" "All thanks to you. I would have never thought of cutting of my arm on my own. Without you I would have died." He said, slowly stoking (y/n)'s cheek. The smile on (y/n)'s face faded as she looked at James's nonexistent arm. "I'm so sorry..." She said, eyes watering slightly. James pulled (y/n) in for a hug and kissed the top of her head. "Its okay." he said, his words quivering in the slightest. "Like I said, I would have died if we hadn't done this."
James leaned in and gave (y/n) a calming kiss. "I love you, James." "I love you too, (y/n). We're gonna make it through this together."
James looked to his missing limb, then to the window, where hundreds of walking corpses looked back.
"I fucking hate zombies."
