"Nick and I fighting the zombie apocalypse…"

"I still don't get how you can sing at a time like this, Jess"

They trudged through the deserted streets of Los Angeles; Nick on lookout with a gun at the ready and Jess singing so gleefully. He realised she clearly didn't know the first thing about apocalypse survival. Schmidt and Winston were waiting back at the apartment, waiting for food and water, if Nick and Jess failed on them they'd have to start living off Schmidt's collection of mango chutney.

"Why do you have to spoil my good mood?" She sighed as they searched empty alleyways and abandoned buildings for survivors.

"You're literally the only person I know who can be in a good mood when a fatal disease has swept the nation and turned almost everybody into brain-craving zombies." He replied.

The slightest sound of the wind rippling a pile of leaves sent fear down Nick's spine as he quickly pushed Jess up against a wall in an attempt to protect her. With his hand covering her mouth, it reminded him of the time they suspected one of her students was a serial killer and they did a little investigation. Once again they were in a life or death situation together. When he realised it was a leaf he let Jess go. But he still held her close, his hot and heavy breathing on her neck, his hands gripping her waist.

"This is awkward" Jess mumbled and he instantly dropped his hands, letting her go "What even was that?"

"I was protecting you"

"I think I can protect myself, Miller" She smirked as she wandered into a 7/11 in search of supplies. He watched her walk away so confidently. Nick knew she could protect herself but he felt obliged to do it for her because if he were to lose her, he would lose his mind. Somehow, when the world became so dark and gruesome she never stopped being optimistic self. And he would do anything to keep her that way.

Gradually, the sky darkened as the day faded away and Jess was relieved to think they hadn't encountered a single zombie that day. She had a not-so-secret fear of zombies but she wanted Nick to think she wasn't some weak, pathetic little girl that needed his help all the time. Having to help her would boost his ego and when you boost Nick Miller's ego you end up with a horrific failure of a zombie novel.

"How far from the loft are we?" She asked, her backpack was started to feel like a sack of rocks carried on her shoulders.

"Not too far" Nick replied, keeping his rifle close just in case. It was almost night. Zombies love the night. That's not an actual fact but he had assumed it when he was writing his zombie novel.

Suddenly, a grunt could be heard from a short distance. It wasn't a human's grunt, it was a zombie's. A marble-cold, once-human, brain-dead monster feasting on brains. Nick and Jess paused with fear and stood silently like statues. Her hand squeezed his hand as they waited and sure enough, a herd of zombies were staggering towards them. Arms outstretched feet floppy and tongues drooling.

"What do we do?" Jess hissed.

"You run, I'll deal with them" Nick prepared his rifle.

"No! You can't take on that many, Nick, I'm staying"

"Don't stay, Jess, please don't" He stared at her intently, he hoped she knew that he was putting his life on the line for her. But she shook her head adamantly like a stroppy toddler. And within a few seconds, it was too late for her to run anyway.

There were roughly twelve zombies approaching them. Nick began to fire his rifle, shooting bullets in every direction. But some of the foul monsters didn't give up easily. One hobbled towards Nick and got so close that he could feel it's ice cold skin. This was it for him. There were no more bullets left. And the thing was reaching out, it's decaying teeth trying to dig into his flesh. He decided to use the gun as a bat, whacking the zombie over the head violently and knocking it out. It was simple but it attracted another swarm of zombies that began to circle him.

Only one zombie had noticed poor, innocent little Jess with her flawless porcelain skin and rosy cheeks; looking so out of place. She took steps backwards hoping to blend into a brick wall or something but it wasn't working. Time was sparse and she was defenceless as Mr Intelligent Miller didn't trust her with a weapon. With quick thinking, she stripped a pipe off a wall and waved it in front of her like a sword that she wasn't afraid to use. Surprisingly, the zombie began to back away with amazement and a hint of fear.

"Look who can protect themself, Miller" She grinned to herself. Jess turned to Nick and noticed the circle of zombies closing in on him. The tables had clearly turned, he needed her help now. Screaming like a lunatic, she raced towards the circle of began attacking the zombies with the pipe. There was no trembling, no fear, she brutally knocked them out so confidently. Once he was freed, Nick found some more ammo in his bag and helped Jess by finishing off some of the zombies for her. Eventually, it was just them watching a grim pile of lifeless and mangled bodies.

"Did we really defeat them?" Jess whispered.

"I think we did" Nick replied "But I owe it all to you, you make a pretty good zombie-killer"

"I never knew I had it in me" She smiled"12 zombies down…"

"Another 100,000 to go"