The veil obscured her face just enough from view. It was to be the best day of her life, she had loved him since she was seventeen and nothing in the world was going to keep them apart.
The church wasn't packed, there was no ring bearer, no family, no friends. Just the groom, his wife to be and a priest to consumate their devoting.
The heavy oak doors of their childhood church heaved and groaned as fists pounded against the wood, splintering bloodied hands and blinding red pupiled eyes.
The world was falling apart around them yet all they could think about was each other.
They had barely said 'I do' when the doors caved in and their demented shrieks screeched throughout the old building.
As she turned her head to see what was running down the aisle towards her, he pulled her towards him in a protective embrace, cupping her face in his hands.
"Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me. I love you."
"I'm scared Jake, I'm scared." She sobbed into his shirt.
They hadn't wanted to leave this earth without their dream of being married completed. They had set the date four months earlier. Even when all the riots started and people began to flee, nothing was going to stop them. They knew they had nowhere to go either way.
Every instinct he had told him to flee, flee the country and try to save his fiancee. Upon researching he knew it wasn't possible and they would perish just as their families had.
He kissed her mouth, and then her forehead as he held her close.
Her dress turned to red as she clung to her husband.
Her mind flashed. She'd wanted kids, a little house in the country. A pet dog, a pond in the garden and trees...
The Priest yelled the sermon above the excited cries of the infected until his own religious words were muffled and resulted in his screams of terror, anguish and rage.
It was silent within moments.
As they walked out of the church their bloodied hands still bore their rings, and then they ran in opposite directions their minds driven to destroy.