I walked along the sidewalk sullenly. I'm glad that the apocalypse is over, but I wonder why I'm not dead. I should be with overalls right now, not here, still alive when he's not. I moved to Savannah after the town was pronounced zombie free. I promptly figured out where Ellis had lived and bought the house. Nothing was moved around the house to preserve memory of him.
Only a few weeks after moving there, I met Keith. I guess he came by thinking that Ellis would still be alive. "Wh-what d'ya mean he ain't comin' back?" asked Keith, clearly not understanding his best friend was no longer here. "I mean he's dead kid, I'm sorry. A witch got to him before we could help." He promptly turned and left, tears showing in his eyes. He never came back. My life had evolved in going to work, coming home, completing tasks necessary to survive, and sleeping. I saw him everywhere, especially in my sleep.
The nightmares just wouldn't stop. I always got there too late, and most times I ended up dead next to him from a bullet I'd put in my brain. I had my magnum still. Sometimes the urge came to end it, but then I thought about what Ellis would do if I did. It always ended with me putting the gun away and trying to think of other things. The "other things" ploy failed every time and I always thought of him. How beautiful and young he was. The way his eyes sparkled with happiness and innocence no matter what. Oh, that baby blue color of those eyes just kept me staring. The best was his smile, perfectly full lips and white teeth. I never got tired of that smile.
One night, everything went horribly wrong though. I had the nightmare, I didn't save him. I got the gun…I didn't stop.
I was just an apparition looking down at my body. My body, in a pool of my own blood and a whole in my head. I could go home with Ellis now, finally.
So now here I am, at these golden gates. I never fathomed I could go to heaven; I always thought I would go to hell. But nevertheless here I am. The gates opened and it was beautiful. And he was beautiful.