Corpse Husband X Readers

'Spitfire' Apocalypse Story Part 1 🖤

(Wow I'm nervous for this new story. I've decided to take extreme creative liberties with this new series I'm doing. I love writing all kinds of genres but especially romance and sci-fi and I miss writing sci-fi... So I'm going to be writing a Corpse Husband apocalypse fanfiction, I'm talking zombies, starvation, and wars. And while that might sound crazy Corpse IS a horror story narrator so is a story with him dealing with zombies really that far fetched? It's just the horror he read to us coming to life! I know this is different but I'm taking the risk. Give me a chance you may like it 😉 This story will be fun because you and Corpse 'hate' each other and aren't those some of the best relationships? 😏 This story will have a sexy tension but is sin free as always 😃

(Your POV)

He resulted to gunshots whilst you resulted to chains, it was only one or the other. There was the distant shot of a bullet as you clamped chains around the zombies hands. Your partner sneaked behind the poor soul and tied a cloth about its mouth. With the undeads mouth and hands restrained it was completely harmless, no bullet was necessary yet you continued to hear them being fired off.

You narrowed your eyes in the direction of the sound, seems as if your enemy Corpse was getting closer.

"How many have we saved?" you asked your right hand who was also your boyfriend

"Not as many as have died" Josh answered

"How many?" you repeated

A year of apocalypse and starvation had turned you into a strong willed woman and strict leader. You were always right to the point, you didn't like talk that wasted time. There was no time to lose when you were in a war against a cold blooded murderer.

"Fifteen last I counted" Josh said

"Go count again, I'll help the next one myself" you ordered

You walked off through the debris before he could say anything. Stepping out of the shadows of the broken building, the sun gleamed down on you. You hurried off to gain cover and continue your search for zombies to help. You couldn't stay out in the open and risk the chance that Corpse would see you and put a bullet through your heart.

As you were the leader of the cause to save zombies, Corpse wanted you dead. He believed zombies were nothing more than monsters and he had a whole society that backed him up. You'd heard stories of the safe zone he'd built and the army he'd created to hunt and kill zombies. He was a leader of pure bloodshed and you wouldn't stop till you put a end to his cruelty.

You knew zombies held memories of their past lives, you KNEW they weren't monsters. They were just a different type of creature, a new form. You'd back this theory with your life, you'd seen the proof firsthand! When this apocalypse all started, you briefly got separated from your nine year old sister and found her again as a turned zombie.

It was a tragedy that you blamed yourself for every day. It was sheer accident that you two got separated in all the chaos of the new disease but you still felt guilty. Abbigal didn't try to bite or hurt you when you came across her, it was like she remembered you...and that was your proof.

A gun shot went off nearby and this time you knew it wasn't meant to kill a zombie. That bullet was meant for you...he must've saw you. You ran through the ruins of the once beautiful stone home, saving the zombies would have to wait, you needed to save yourself.

You nearly froze as bombs went off behind you, the ground shook with every explosion. You dodged the falling pieces of ceiling and only stopped your hurry because you saw a zombie off in the distance. You still had equipment to capture them and the heart to do it so you switched your course.