Zombie apocalypse! Reader is a zombie! Gender neutral!
Day 556 of the apocalypse. I had survived this long and I wasn't going down yet.
Shivering against the cold wood of an abandoned warehouse, I spotted a stray zombie. Most of the time, they were in groups. This one was wondering around on its own. Their hair was a bloodied h/c and the one eye left wasn't the same as the other zombie's. A leash was tied around its neck, the rope part dragging on the ground.
I raised my gun and crept forward. The zombie glanced at me, its eye turning from boredom to love. It backed away slowly, offering the other end of its leash to me. Cautiously taking it, I walked forwards a few steps and the creature followed timidly. It must've been a little bit sane.
"John, why do you have that?!" Alexander screeched, pointing his rifle at her/him/it. I held my hands up in a placating manner.
"Look, I can explain-" I started, but was cut off by Lafayette.
"You better explain, mon ami," he threatened in his French accented voice.
"John, we don't need an explanation. That thing will kill us or infect us. It's us or the zombie," Hercules said. My other two friends looked shocked at the sudden serious change. However, both agreed with him.
I knew that if I chose them, she/he/it would be killed immediately. I sighed, picking up my backpack and leaving the warehouse. They were shocked. A few miles from the warehouse, the zombie froze.
"Kill me," it ordered quietly. I stared at the creature in surprise.
"No," I said.
"I'm only half sane. I'll snap back to being a zombie and kill you. I won't even think about it," it pointed out. I noticed its eye flickered from bloody insanity to helpless love. Its hands reached for my gun. "Just... tell my story. Tell everyone about the half sane zombie named Y/n that loved a human."
I shook my head, cupping its cheeks and pressing my lips to theirs. When I pulled away, I saw glossy h/c hair, sparkling e/c eyes and a dreamy smile on full lips.
"Look at yourself," I smiled, guiding Y/n to a puddle. Y/n cried happily, me kissing her/him/it again.
"I love you, John. Thanks," Y/n whispered, hugging me tightly. I ran my hand through its hair.
"I love you too."
2 years later
Every single zombie was either disinfected or dead. Y/n and I were still alive.
"We made it," I said with a smile, picking Y/n up and spinning her/him/it in the air. Y/n laughed and pecked my nose.
"So did we, mon ami," a French accented voice said behind me. We turned around. There stood Alexander, Hercules, and Lafayette. I hugged them, turning around to see a trembling Y/n.
"We're sorry," Alex apologized genuinely to Y/n. She/he/it smiled at him and stuck its hand out. Each boy shook it.
"Hey, Y/n? I've been meaning to ask this for a while," I said nervously. Y/n turned its head and stared at me. I pulled out its favorite flower and knelt. "Will you marry me, Y/n?"
Tears poured out of her/his/its eyes.
"Of course, John," Y/n squealed, tucking the flower in its hair. I picked her/him/it up.
"Dibs on being flower girl!" Hercules shouted. Y/n and I shared a look.
"Oh my gosh."
