Somebody To Kill For

Zombies have taken over the world...and only two lovers survive....A token of their past love has come back...from the grave....a bitter pill of fate ensues...

We never thought it would end....never like this....All those months, those years....our plans and our pleas...only to come down to this....should have seen it coming...Drip!...Drip!...Drip!...

Sigh...I laid my weary head on my soul's chest...I never could have more than an hour of sleep at a time when we were like this...nor did I wish to sleep...every second spent in a disturbing dreamland was a moment when we were not together...and every moment could be our last..."You awake, love?" he smiled coyly, always happy to see me....as it had always been...especially since we had eloped that year ago...when zombies began plaguing the universe....It was amazing how prepared he was for this.

"Mhm...I wuv you..." I murmured, my eyes shooting wide open as his desperate lips caressing my own in a teasing kiss as passionate and fiery as the searing light of a thousand suns...always the antidote to my somber death-like state of rest. My tongue teased the planes of his rose petal lips, something I would never take for granted, especially now....our beings seething together, fire and ice, melding together in this passionate fire work show...too bad it couldn't be more... "ARGH!!!!!! UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" moaned the ravenous zombies smelling our flesh...even though my love wasn't entirely human...an inhuman spirit was more like it, withheld in a human body...

"I love you," he whispered as we both grabbed our machine guns, our refill bullets, a machete, and other assorted weapons of demise. Drip!...Drip!...Drip!...the blood drained down the zombies decomposing bodies like crimson paint splashing against an easel of pus-oozing flesh.... One jetted towards me and I cocked my gun, smiling immensly as his brians catapulted from the captive body...I looked towards my love as he decapitated another one, laughing the entire time....one of his greatest pleasures...ever since the zombies had murdered our three-year-old son a few months ago...we had both altered, both become merciless in our searing, irrevocable hatred for whatever brought our love harm. I missed my baby....but I couldn't afford to lose my composure now....as the zombies piled up....ten now at my side...meeting their demise at the hand of my devout machine gun. Undead b******s. Well, now....dead b******s...

My soul and I smiled as the blood plastered the walls of our hide-out, a great find... "S**t! F**k!" he panicked beside me...then I realized it.....realized it as it slapped me with the cold, sadistic, twisted hand of Fate. We were running out of weapons...out of ammunition....and...of more importance, a zombie child that looked remarkably like our own....was nearing my ankle, a look of everlasting innocence on his hungry, beseeching face. What was I to do? My baby was home....my baby was home....home to his mommy....Tears streamed down my face...I couldn't...not my baby...not my own...."I love you....My heart is forever yours..." I sighed to my soul.... "NOOOOOOO!!!!! YOU'RE NOT!" he screamed, something he never did to me....as he shot another zombie ruthlessly. "It's...our...baby...it's our...son," I murmered deliriously. "Isaac...it's mommy...it's mommy..baby...it's mommy...I wuv you sooo much..." I cried to my baby, as I jumped, taking him in my arms, so my love wouldn't harm him. My soul broke into tears...as our little child snagged his teeth, ripping into my chest....quenching his need for flesh...It didn't even hurt......."I love you..." I cried one last time....to my soul....before my end....as he threw up his arms, before shooting our son....I scowled..."Shoot me..." I sighed...

"I can't..." he sobbed...tears pouring down his body...I grabbed the gun, but he threw it down, as he yanked a dagger from his sides...I caressed the handle as we mumbled, "I love you," simultaneously. First, my infected heart...then as the blood poured from my chest, he plunged the ruby-encrusted dagger into his beseeching chest...I laid my head on his shoulder, as we perished in each others arms...smiling the entire way.

Author's Note

Honesty is the best policy :)