Playlist for the Apocalypse (Sweet Pea/Betty)

Track 18: The End

Just another warning, we are going to get into some very darkish things over the next few chapters, which is sorta per usual in a zombie!AU fic, but I still wanted to warn people! Our two favs are in for some trouble, sadly.

Lots of people are always asking for more Sweet Pea POV. Usually, unless there's something that needs clarifying, I don't often find the need to give him as much headspace. Also, he and Betty up until this point were sorta a one-track mind. As in, they just click so well that at the house day-to-day, we don't need to see both of their thoughts. Welp, it's different now. We're going to be seeing quite a bit of Sweet Pea's POV and you guys might hate me for it XD

The song title doesn't mean this is the end of the story, in fact, I have the next two chapters written because this arc is just so evil and interesting and it's sorta like a trainwreck. I just can't stop writing it. It more refers to the end of their time completely alone with no other human contact.

Song is The End by The Doors.

March 6th, 2019

Sweet Pea's fingers groped helplessly through the half-picked over cabinets. His head swam with a fear that hadn't come to pass, but might very well. He shouldn't have been digging so blindly in the wooden structure. He should have double-checked. But hell, that raccoon came flying out of fucking nowhere. At least it was dead now, but god damn that bite had hurt!

He was so stupid, he hadn't even considered rabies!

Damn, he'd be dead five times over if it weren't for Betty.

Betty Cooper, honest to god, probably the love of his life.

He should have woken her to tell her this morning, but she looked so beautiful sleeping. He had thought what was the harm of letting her have a couple more hours? Of making her a nice breakfast for her to wake up to?

It seemed all they had was endless time, so the idea that they wouldn't have any had been laughable.

Of course, of course, he had to go and get bitten.

His fingers found a small vial. It was half-ripped off, but he caught the end of it. Or the beginning of it, rather.

"POSTEXPOSURE PROPH-,"

He turned it around, "PEP," He breathed out loud, "This...this is it! Betty! I got it. Betty?"

He realized he hadn't heard her moving things on the cart for a few minutes. It had been oddly quiet on her front.

Sweet Pea stood, setting the PEP next to the tetanus shot and a few unused needles. He peered out into the hall but saw nothing.

Which was terrifying, because Betty was supposed to be right there.

Fuck.

If it was walkers, he'd heard it, wouldn't he?

"Okay, don't panic yet," He mumbled to himself, but something in his gut didn't feel right. FP had taught him many lessons, but the most salient one was always to listen to what your stomach was telling you. And, if he'd been more attentive, he would have realized that the ball of ice was not related to his possible rabies case.

It was something much worse.

Yep. Time to panic a little.

As he was turning around to grab his trusty bat, something hit him on the back of the head. Hard.

His eyes broke with stars as he felt a sharp pain on the back of his skull. Sweet Pea, who was made of stronger stuff, stumbled a few steps. He felt the back of his head and felt a sore area. No blood, no cuts. Just going to leave a helluva bruise and a fucking bad headache.