p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"It basically all started when you realised the dead were walking. Your boyfriend was so scared, so you promised him to always keep him safe. Fast forward to now. You push him out of the way of a heard of zombies. He exclaims your name loudly and you hear his choked sobs as you say, "run!" His feet panter away. You don't know how you make it out but you do. There's a bite mark. It can wait. You'll be okay. Everything's okay. He's okay. You run in his direction and his in a forest, up in a high up canopy. He's crying. You shout for him and he drops to the ground. He looks up and his expression softens. He looks you up and down, his eyes stumbling on the bite mark on your arm and leg. He starts crying harder, "no… no I'm not losing you! Fuck that! NO!" He's having a panic attack so you wrap your arms around him and kiss him deeply. "You can do it, babe. Please. Just… make it out of this, prove yourself worth of the life you feel like you don't deserve. For me" You cough up blood and fall to the floor. "Please… Please don't… make me.. I can't" You sigh, " then give me the gun." He grabs it and stares at it. "I'm not living without you." Those were his last words before he lifted the gun up and shot himself. You choke out a sound that you barely can understand, a mix between a sob and a groan. Before you end yourself so you don't turn into one of those monsters you think aloud, "Well… this is the end…," you chuckle, "wow… the world is just oblivion… only here to end our lives…" You hold back tear before you kiss him lightly and shoot yourself. You were right… it's only oblivion./p