The Long Road Ahead

"Remember, if you change your mind just call in."

"I know, I will."

"Promise me."

Her arms tighten around my neck, crushing my face further into the crook of her neck.

I give a breathless laugh that almost teeters off into a sob. I hold onto her tighter, as if that will help my tears from wetting her bloody t-shirt.

"I promise,"

She finally releases me and brings her face level to mine, and I see eyes that seem to shatter and break, I can feel the trembling of her hands on my neck, and her whole body is shaking from the way her knees are knocking together.

But I keep my real tears in.

No, these are ones that will be shed in the middle of the night, away from prying eyes.

I don't bother to smile, neither does she. there's nothing to smile about anymore.

Not when this is the last time I'll ever see her again.

"But I won't be changing my mind."

Let's say you see a zombie in real life, what would you do? Run, right? That's what the people in my group would do in the beginning, but after a year all you can do is look, look into the eyes of the monster that wants to tear your flesh apart. Some people don't think, they just act, run, kill, or hide, but now all I can do is stare and feel the emotions run through me like tidal waves. But the one feeling that sticks out the most, the one feeling that punches me in the gut every time I see one of the beasts, is Anger.

Anger that this Thing gets everything I can't have, an unworried and a painless existence.

But in the zombie apocalypse nothing is ever that easy.