Wow, you're still here? I would have thought that you would have run away a long time ago…

Anyways, this time around, the song is from Skillet's "Monster". This chapter has been requested by IronAmerica. It could be read as a standalone, or a sequel in the "Palm City Apocalypse" 'verse.

I own nothing, but I do owe a thank you to IronAmerica and XxDeathStarxX for their reviews last chapter.

The Many Sides of Vinwell- Chapter Ten: Monster

Orwell was losing everything she had ever held dear and then some. She never thought that zombies were real, let alone a threat to her friends and family. If she would have known what was in store for her twenty-four hours ago, she probably would have fled the country with her friends and family in tow.

Now, everything was falling apart. Her friends were getting picked off one by one, and she had watched her father get eaten alive by those flesh eating monsters. But what had made it worse was that she and her partner had finally started to make sense of their feelings for each other. In that old shack that she, Max, and Vince were hiding in, they had kissed and proclaimed their feelings for another. It may not have been the best to do in that situation, but it had meant something. After the zombies had broken their way into the shack, Vince's life had been taken. And he became a zombie.

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Nothing was as it seemed anymore. Orwell was now looking after a zombie, of all things. There were some moments where he was perfectly fine. She could look at her partner and see the vigilante that she loved. But that was the problem in and of itself. She couldn't part with this reanimated creature because she had it wrapped around her head that she could get her old Vince back. While this wasn't a healthy lifestyle by any means, no one was around to stop her. Not even Max survived the last zombie attack. Now it was all going to her head, driving her insane little by little.

All that was left was Orwell and her zombie. She had made a barricade between her and Vince; he couldn't get to her, but she could still keep an eye on him. And that worked for a while. It wasn't until the zombie of her former partner figured out how to break said barricade that the plan fell through.

The blogger didn't allow herself to get much sleep anymore. She ran on pure adrenaline most days, as there wasn't anywhere that she could go to without running into zombies along the way. Orwell could defend herself, but only up to a point. And one human girl against an army of the reanimated… it just didn't add up and she knew that.

But what didn't seem to wrap around her mind was that the man that she loved was gone. Sure, it looked like Vince under all of the rotten flesh, but all he wanted from her was a snack. He lurched back and forth, trying to get to her, which made it worse for the hacker. She wasn't ready to say goodbye, nowhere near ready. One day, he would learn how to get loose. And that, that would be the day that Jamie Fleming would lose a huge part of her.

Unfortunately, that one day just happened to come by a little too soon. Zombie mythology had been studied for many years. One question that had been left unanswered for years to come was: as time evolved, could they get smarter? Everyone knew that zombies were notoriously dumb. They couldn't open doors, but they could barge through them, given the right amount of time. But, could zombies actually learn to climb, open doors, maybe even run? Orwell was happy to know that her partner was one of those slow ones. Sure, he would try to break into the room with her, but he was never successful until the blogger was caught off guard.

Orwell's body had finally just given up and she had slipped into a deep slumber. She had no idea how long she had slept, or what had happened while she was sleeping, but when she woke up, she was about half a second from being zombie food.

The brunette dodged her reanimated partner, but only by a hair. He had gotten out of his room and he was ravenous. She stood still, a look of horror on her face as stared back at Vince. His flesh was already starting to rot and it looked like he had picked at his face to the point of a single flap of skin hanging down from his cheek. It was hard to look at, especially for Orwell. That wasn't her Vince, but she just couldn't bring it upon herself to use the shotgun that she propped up on the wall.

The zombie wavered from side to side, groaning loudly. The human before him was terrified; breathing in deeply, each breath growing more painful for her to take. As he lunged for her, she cried and reached for the shotgun by her hip.

"Vince, don't come any closer!" Orwell blinked through her tears, trying to regain her composure at the turn of events. "Please, I don't want to do this."

Her words didn't even register with Vince. He was so far gone that he didn't even flinch. The zombie snarled and swiped his arms out in front of him, hoping to catch the pretty little brunette shaped snack.

"Vince! STOP! It's Orwell, your partner! Don't you remember? Don't I stand out in your mind? Something? Anything?" The brunette was practically sobbing at this point. She could barely even hold up the shotgun anymore because she shook so bad.

Vince stopped for a moment and tilted his head to the side quizzically. It was like he was studying her, which worried the brunette.

"Yes, Vince, it's me. It's Orwell. You said that you love me, remember? And…" Orwell swallowed a lump in her throat as she clutched the shotgun tighter, "And I said that I love you too?"

The zombie started groaning, drooping his shoulders a bit. Much to the blogger's horror, his whole left hand broke off at that moment. She had to keep telling herself that this wasn't her partner anymore. All of their memories before then were gone. He couldn't remember them kissing, he couldn't remember anythingthat they did together. He was just gone.

As Vince lunged for her again, she shot him in the head. And, just like she figured, a piece of her soul was murdered that day. The body fell to pieces in front of her, which made Orwell lose all of her control. She broke down sobbing and slid down the wall cupping her face.

Orwell had murdered her best friend and, in turn, had killed herself in more ways than one.

Damn. I hate writing stuff like this, but yet I love it. Yeesh, there's something wrong with me. Anyways. Zombie mythology is from the Resident Evil game series and some of The Walking Dead. You know what to do. IA, hope you enjoyed your chapter. Requests are still open. Up to thirty-five chapters, guys.