This was it; this was the end. Earth was falling, and this time there was no one left to protect it. The dead had risen, and they were hungry. Consumed with a ravenous desire for human flesh, they spread chaos and havoc throughout Earth like a humongous tidal wave. They were brainless, heartless, merciless. All they did was kill, and the people they killed? Just moments after undergoing a gory and torturous transformation, they would awaken and start killing as well, infected with whatever it was that was causing the undead to rise. Society was crumbling. The world was going straight to hell.
Natasha covered her mouth in a muffled scream as she witnessed yet another zombie attack. The victim sputtered on the ground, their body shaking in a seizure-like manner as their eyes rolled back into their skull and their flesh and blood wore away into an oozing anomaly. More and more zombies were coming, and Natasha knew she would be forced to join their ranks if she stayed where she was for another minute. She looked around in a panic and ran down the street, her heart pounding in her chest and adrenaline coursing through her veins. She gripped her gun in her hands tightly and bit back a scream as she almost collided into another newly dead undergoing their transformation. Ducking under the zombie's outstretched arm and jumping over fallen debris, Natasha continued to run. She had only one bullet left, and she intended to make it count.
Her whole situation seemed hopeless. A zombie apocalypse was something that seemed so cliche and impossible, that when it actually happened it hit the world with a hard blow. S.H.I.E.L.D. and other organizations weren't prepared for something like this to happen, and Natasha was never trained for this. She was Natasha Romanoff, the infamous Black Widow, but now she was terrified and vulnerable. Her chances of survival were low, and she had no one, she was all alone-
Clint.
A blonde man sat in the middle of the block on a piece of broken concrete from a fallen building, a bow and an empty arrow quiver on the ground by his feet.
As Natasha got closer, she saw it was indeed master assassin and marksman Clint Barton. Why he was just sitting there out in the open where he could be killed at any minute, she had no idea.
"CLINT!" She cried in desperation as she ran to him in a blind dash, tears of relief streaming down her bruised cheeks. "Clint," she sobbed and threw her arms around him tightly, her body shaking as she cried.
Natasha stepped back and looked at him, overjoyed that he was alive; that they were alive.
Her face was cut and bloody and her red hair was a charred mess, but her emerald eyes still shone brightly; Clint thought she had never looked more beautiful. He gave her a small smile.
Her relieved expression quickly turned into one of anger. She grabbed his arm and pulled him up. "Come on Barton, what the hell are you doing, we have to go!" Natasha rushed, exhaustion clear in her voice. "There are more of them than you and I can handle, we have to find other survivors-"
"Stop Nat, it's no use-" Clint cut her off, his voice weary.
"No use?! We have to go, we can fight, we-"
"There are no other survivors, Natasha. And fight?" He chuckled sadly. "I have no arrows left. Tell me how many bullets you have in your gun."
"Clint-" Natasha's voice cracked and tears threatened to spill out of her eyes once again.
"Exactly. We're outnumbered. At this point, hope is our enemy. We have to accept the facts."
Natasha couldn't believe he was giving up so easily, but she knew he was right. They wouldn't be able to last much longer.
"So this is it." She said, shaking her head and letting go of his arm. She took a deep breath as a tear trickled down her cheek. "Я тебя люблю."
"I love you too, Natasha..." Clint said softly and pulled her into his arms.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine..." Clint sang quietly to Natasha, making her smile a bit. They slow danced-their arms around each other, her head against his shoulder, his lips brushing her ear as he sang softly. "You make me happy...when skies are gray." They slow danced as if nothing was wrong and that the next day everything would be normal again. "You never know dear," The stench of the zombies grew stronger as the grunts and moans of the undead were all to be heard around them. "How much I love you..." Bracing for the worst, Natasha squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in Clint's neck, focusing on Clint's voice as the mob of zombies closed in on them. As the earth and sky were torn apart in disambiguated chaos, the only thing that mattered to them was each other.
And with one last, sad smile, Clint sang,
"Please don't take...my sunshine-"
