I don't recall myself falling for anyone ever again. Perrie was the only one for me. The only one. He loved me, I loved him. He always thought of me first before anything, and protected me. I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend. Although he had those moments when he was naggy and overprotective like my father, I just ignored it as best as I could. It's a terrible shame he had to go so fast. The infection spread across the globe quickly. About a week later, a fourth of the fifth of the planet was wiped out. The walking corpses where the new population. They had a usual routine: eat, sit, grunt. Eat, sit, grunt. That's all they did. They ate the people who had survied, they loved flesh. No one knows how the infection started for sure. Around town, there's rumors that someone was at a fast food resturant, didn't bother to check the sludge they were going to consume, and later paid the price for it. Another rumor is someone decided to go camping, forgot to pack bug repellant, and was stung by some new species that no one else in town sees, but that one person who made the rumor. Surprised he's even alive stil. There was at least a brand new ridiculous rumor going around each week, and ninety percent of the idiots here believed it, forgetting the old one as if it was a dust bunny under a bed. Perrie and I always made fun of the new rumor. No one but the three of us has the guts to go find out anyway. Yeah, the three of us. Perrie, Nora (my best friend), and I. We have decided to tomorrow go to the science lab in the city and take some samples to anything we could find, and put a stop to the rumors and get some real answers. Perrie of course said it would be too danferous for me, but I'm daring and strong, so I said we would be going anyway. Right now, Perrie and I would be sleeping together, all cuddled up, but instead of trying to protect himself, he gave his life for me. I had been fine by myself. I can shoot a few zombies and still make it out alive by running back to my abandonded house in the city. Like I said, what a shame he had to die. I really do miss Perrie. But what can I do? Everyone else is just going to end up dying like him, or starvation or dehydration. No one can survive in this world. We will all end up dying. I just don't care to know how I will die. That's a whole other story that has yet to be published.