Dead Blood

Fatal Promise

Greg and Natalie had been busy trying to keep silent so that they wouldn't alert the hordes of zombies that surrounded the highway. The way it sounded, it felt like there were at least a hundred of them, but, there was no way to know for sure. Not unless they set off one of the car alarms, but that wouldn't be a good idea.
They weaved their way through all of the broken down vehicles, occasionally catching a walking corpse in their sight, but making the choice to ignore it and press onward.
"Greg, there's something I need to tell you," Natalie said.
"Is it another love confession, because I'm not on the market anymore," Greg replied, snickering a bit.
"Ha ha, you asshole," she smirked. "But in all seriousness, we need to talk." She held her gun out to the side.
Greg nodded as he held his pistol and aimed in front of him. "All right, what's the issue?"
Natalie sighed heavily. She wanted to wait and see if this would actually affect her in any way, but she knew that she couldn't do that. Not to them. "I'm dying," she said in a melancholic tone.
Greg looked behind to see her face. "What are you talking about?" He asked in confusion. "You're not bitten, and you're not a cannibal. You look fine to me."
"My brain is slowly deteriorating," she said.
"What?" He stared in extreme confusion now. "I don't understand, what do you mean 'deteriorating?'"
"I mean that literally, the blood combinations aren't stable, and that's because I was dead hours before Doctor Freedman found me," she explained. "My body is living, but my brain can't handle it. It's slowly dying."
Greg fell silent, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. His ex, whom he had loved for a long time, who just came back to life as they made amends, is dying again. "You got to be fucking kidding me," he said angrily.
Natalie sighed. "I'm sorry. But you deserved to know."
Greg screamed and kicked the car next to him. That was the biggest mistake he made in his life. The alarm blared as both Greg and Natalie jumped out of their skin. That was enough to send the zombies into a growling fit and start stumbling towards them.
Natalie sighed. "Great, you just had to kick a functioning car, didn't you?" She asked sarcastically.
"Shut up," Greg responded. "And on that note, let's book it!!"
They started sprinting as fast as they could, jumping over vehicles and sliding under some occasionally. Natalie, who had been slowing down a little bit, fell onto the asphalt. "Shit!" She screamed.
Greg looked back and ran up to her. "Natalie, this isn't the time to take a break!" He said as he looked behind her. The zombies were closing in, and fast. "Come on, you're not dying here!" He helped her up.
They sprinted as far as they could, trying to find someplace they could rest. There really wasn't a place, up until they found a small building near the road. It was a two story house that appeared abandoned, but was brand new on the inside, at least that's how it looked from the windows. It didn't matter at this point, because they just needed to get away from the horde.
Greg and Natalie dived through the windows, checking behind them first to make sure the zombies were far enough behind them. As they dove through the glass, they landed on the ground, performing a somersault. They stay by the windows, keeping tabs on the horde passing by them.
The horde passed by them, not even taking a second glance. Both Greg and Natalie let out a sigh of relief, laying on the floor.
"Greg?" Natalie said.
"Yeah?" Greg replied.
"You need to not kick shit so much," she panted. "Because then we can avoid scenarios like this."
"You know what?" Greg laughed silently. "You're probably right."
They both let out a laugh, and stood back up.
Natalie sighed and holstered her gun, stepping towards Greg. "I need you to promise me something, Greg," she said in a melancholic tone.
"What's that?" He said as he went towards the door.
"If I lose my mind, and I end up trying to hurt any of you, I want you to kill me," she said with tears coming out of her eyes.
Greg fell silent. He wanted to refuse because he couldn't imagine killing his friends, but at the same time, if he were in the same boat as her, he would want her to do the same. He nodded as he opened the door. "If anything should happen, I'll set you free."
They continued onward toward their destination, anxious about what awaits them, however, they both knew that whatever should happen, they would make it through. One way or another.