Happily Ever Afters are Just for Fairytales

Chapter One

Will you marry me?

The words ring through your mind as you sit in the airplane. Next to you is your husband, silently leaning on your shoulder; he's sound asleep. You had dated him for six years and on your 6th anniversary, he proposed. You had no clue why a handsome man like him would want some nerdy flower shop owner that's getting their engineering degree. But he says he loves you. He had just left the military when he proposed to you. Told you he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You wanted to grow old with him. He was the love of your life.

You were on your way to your honeymoon cabin up in Alaska. He told you he wanted to go somewhere quiet for our honeymoon and you couldn't blame him. The city life was busy and loud. You were tired of hearing all the honking and sirens at night. It was going to be a nice get away and you were very excited.

"We will soon be landing so don't mind the turbulence and please put on your seat belt when the sign lights up. Thank you." The stewardess announces.

You shook your husband awake. "Hey baby, we're gonna land soon so it's time to wake up." You smile at him.

"Don't call me that." He says, rubbing his eyes and buckling his seatbelt. You were a little shocked but you decided to brush it off as grumpiness. You fasten your seatbelt, ready to land.

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You set the last bit of your clothes in the drawer and let out a satisfied sigh. Now you can get a nap since you were so jet lagged. That's when your husband walked in with full hiking gear.

"Let's go on a hike! There's still daylight!" He smiles. Although you were really tired, you couldn't help but grin at your excited husband.

"Alright, let me get my jacket and shoes and we can go." You reply. As he walks away, you notice a shotgun on the wall. The guy who rented you the cabin said there would be a shotgun in case of bear attacks. You let out a sigh and remember that your husband also bought a pistol for emergencies. You didn't like guns. You grab your coat from the closet and put it on. Zipping it up, you started thinking of what would happen if a bear attacked. You leave the room and tell your husband that you're ready to go.

He grabs your hand, smiling and leading you outside. The ground was caked with snow that chilled your feet. The air bit at your face and threatened to reach under your jacket. You follow him on a path along the mountain side, taking photos as you go. The shimmering lake that sat at the bottom of the mountain, reflected the daylight and blue sky. You look at your husband to talk but his face was scrunched into fury as he unzipped his coat.

"Robin, what's wrong?" You ask, desperate to keep him happy.

He grabbed you by your shirt collar and pushed you towards the edge of the mountain. The fear in your body was colder than the bitter and unforgiving air that dragged its claws across your exposed skin.

"You know how hard it was to do this?" He mused. "All that disgusting 'honey' and 'baby.' I had to play the role of a faggot for six fucking years. I had to wait until your parents died so I could finally inherit all that cash you were sitting on."

"What are you talking about? This isn't funny, Robin!" You scream but deep down you knew. You knew that he never loved you and just wanted your money. You never thought he would go so far.

"Haha. Even though I cheated on you so many times, your desperate ass still stayed with me." He laughs as he pushes you closer to the cliff. His words were true, you wanted to believe that he loved you so you turned your head every time he cheated.

"There's no way I'd ever love a cock-sucker like you." He said.

"You eve-" he was cut off by a man biting his shoulder. While he was trying to throw the man off, he ended up pulling you to safety. Your forehead stings as get up from the ground. You turn to your screaming husband to see the man tearing open his stomach, biting large chunks from his hands. His bowels were spilled on the ground beside him, painting the snow a deep red and brown from his torn open intestine. He started gurgling the blood as the man bit his throat.

"No!" You screamed, saliva flying from your open mouth. The man was too busy eating him to realise you were screaming. That's when you saw his bloody ripped open stomach. You reached out to throw the man off of your husband but then hesitated as the image of the man doing the same to you, ran through your head. You stood up and fell over yourself as you ran back to the cabin. You hear screams in the distance of a woman seeing the same fate as your husband.

You threw the cabin door open and quickly shut it. You run to your room and grab your duffle bag, stuffing clothes inside. You ran to the wall and grabbed the shotgun. Right! The pistol! You ran to your husband's closet and grabbed the case on top of the shelf.

"C'mon! C'mon!" You yelled, trying to load the pistol. You get the bullets in and cock the gun, aiming it at the wall.

"This will work." You say, shoving the shotgun and ammo boxes into your bag. You zip it and sling it over your shoulder, adjusting it until it's flush with your back. You turn the safety on your gun off and grab your husband's knife, putting it in your pocket. Your body jolts as you hear sloppy banging on your door. "I need to get out the back." You mumble. You run to the door and open it, immediately facing another one of those... things. You remember the stomach being ripped out of that other thing. If I can't kill it, I need to get rid of it's jaw so it can't eat. You point the gun at its head as it stumbles towards you. You miss the jaw and hit it straight in the skull. It collapses. "The head, I need to aim for the head." You say to yourself. The banging on the door gets louder and more frequent. You realise it's better to save ammo, so you take out the knife and put the gun in your waistband.

"I will survive!"