Chapter 1: Memories
"Do you Bellona take Damien to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, or worse, for richer, or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part, for as long as you both shall live?"
A small hesitation was in my voice, not because I didn't love the man I was about to marry, but because I was trying so hard not to cry from the tears forming in my eyes.
"I do." I said with the biggest smile on my face. Probably looking like a crazy fangirl.
"Then by the power vested in me, you may kiss the bride." I was used to Damien kissing me, but this kiss was something new, something fresh. The only way I can explain it is… pure bliss.
I woke up smiling at the memory of my wedding day. As I rose from bed I walked over to the entrance of the house, I was lucky to find, to see if any of 'them' were around. No, thankfully. My name is Bellona Adolphe, but I prefer to be called just Bell. I had the perfect life. Married to a man that loved me to the ends of the earth, and I finally was able to pay for my cooking classes. There's just one problem now.
The fucking dead are walking around. When I was little I played a lot of games with zombies, and monsters, werewolf's, and witches. God, I hate the damn witches. There's times I can't help but laugh at their cries thinking, 'I wonder which hunter broke up with her this month.'
I try to keep my mornings the same. Small thing to eat, check the generator, put up more barricades, kill some motherfucking zombies, you know the usual. Today though, the generator was low. This means I now have to make a run to the store to get gas. I went to gather my kit. Always my Glock 22, hatchet, and short spear. One of the best things about marrying a guy who loved to learn historical fighting, was he loved to participate.
Because of my nerdy husband, I had actual armor. The load was heavy, but it sure as hell kept me safe. Gathering it all, placing my weapons, and Kevlar gloves. I went to the closet to grab my helmet. There, I saw my husband's kit. I could not stop the memory from invading my brain.
"Bell! Lock the doors and hide in the attic now!"
I could hear screaming from the background of the phone as Damien was telling me what to do and what to grab. I stayed on the line as he kept telling me what was going on and what was going to happen.
"Bell listen closely to me. It actually happened the fucking zombie apocalypse is happening! I'm coming home right after I- AAAAAAARG FUCK FUCKING SHIT! GET THIS FUCKING THING OFF ME!"
"Damien?! Damien honey are you there?! Are you alright?!"
In my heart I thought he was alright, I wanted so badly to believe he was. However my head knew better. "Bell, I was just bit…if this is anything like the movies you know what will happen to me"
"NO! DAMIEN PLEASE NO! Just come home! Come home right now and we can figure this out!"
"Bell… sol et luna es."
Sol et luna es…'you are my sun and moon'…a Latin phrase he gave me because of my name…marrying him I became Bellnoa Adolphe. In translation "noble wolf warrior". I was not a warrior before, I was just a girl who knew a thing or two about fighting and surviving. Who fell in love with a man who joined the Marine Corps, and was having to survive this shit hole alone.
"No time dwelling in the past." I shook myself from my heartbreaking memory. I need to get gas for the generator right now before it gets dark. So I grabbed my helmet and made my way to the gas station. Perfect.