*A Zombie Apocalypse romance story* *Updated every two/three weeks on Wednesday* The world didn't end with a bang or a whimper. It ended with screams. God, I'd never forget the screams. They'd haunt me until I undoubtedly fell victim to the same fate, which realistically would have been sooner rather than later - if it hadn't been for him. Eric's world had ended 18 years prior. He mainly ran on fumes, doing jobs that would put him away for life if he got caught. It didn't matter to him; he had nothing to live for. Until The Dead rose and he met her. He knew he had a higher survival rate than most people, and he planned on using those skills to keep them from dying along with the rest of the planet.