Sylvia Hill looked frantically through the mess of bodies for him. He just couldn't be dead. Looking at herself she looked like crap. Dirty, bloody which by the way was not her own, and her clothes were ripped in many places.
Moving over too a new spot to look she hears a moan, one that was familiar. No not that of the un-dead but his pain filled moan. Moving quickly towards the sound she found him and from the looks of how pale he was getting by the second death was at the door.
"Chris!"
He opens his eyes and smiles, "Your a sight for sore eyes."
She smiles back painfully knowing that there is no way he will make it. "Don't speak, you need your rest to get your strength up."
He shakes his head, "It's to late Hill, Sylvia." He takes a rattled breath before continuing, "Sylvia in my left vest pocket there's something for you." She looks at him hurting inside at seeing him this way, so torn, so near death.
"You can give it too me when you get better." He chuckles at her a sad sound coming from him now. "Take it now I want to see you read it before I go."
Not wanting him to die displeased with her she pulls out a slip of paper from his vest and reads it to herself.
'Dear Sylvia,
I thought I would never feel this way after this hell started. And you know I'm not the best with saying how I feel, and so I've written it for you instead.
We sometimes get so busy
That we may not make a fuss
About the ones we care for
And who mean so much to us...
But...
You can be sure you're thought about
And loved a whole lot too.
Because there could never be
Anyone more dear to me than you.
I love you Sylvia.'
In tears she looks to him to see that his eyes are closed and his breathing has stopped. "I love you too, Chris."
Sorry I killed Chris but I just had to do this! This was written for a friend on Valentines day and I thought I would share it with you all. You all know the drill like/review etc.