Author's Note: I knew they wouldn't be allowed to be together, but it didn't make Michael's swan song any less tragic. This is my take on what Ana might have been thinking as the boat moved away.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dawn of the Dead, nor the characters within. No copyright infringement intended, and I'm not making a single cent (red or otherwise) on this work.
A Trick of the Light
By Dani Fleming
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It wasn't like we were a couple. We never even kissed. I don't think he ever said I had beautiful hair, or my skin was soft, or any of the usual ways a man expresses his affection for a woman. He never gave me flowers or chocolates or a diamond ring.
He did make me a wonderful zombie-killing saw, helped create an incredible set of combat vehicles and inspired us out of that mall and beyond. He gave all of us hope, he saved my life, and when nearly all of our number was decimated, when all seemed lost, he gave his own.
I didn't want this to happen, my god, not again.
Not like this.
Couldn't we have just gone down fighting, together, facing the end? At least I wouldn't be alone, yet again.
It wasn't like we were a couple. No tender words expressed, no promises of a future together, no fleeting night spent wrapped in each other's arms.
No chance of furtive glances turning to lips pressed together turning to touch.
This just wasn't a world for that sort of thing anymore. Too much had happened, was happening, every second, every moment. Survival was the paramount concern, and everything else, even love, was secondary.
He kissed my hand, and pushed us off to new futures. New futures without him, the heart of the group.
I sit and watch as his form gets smaller, farther and farther away. It may just be a trick of the light, but I swear I can see the sun hit just right, and I see the gun he's raising, and almost in reflex my eyes screw shut, and I try to put my hands to my ears, and I'm fast.
But not quite fast enough.
The sound of it, though faint, is a cannon explosion in my ears.
Another loss to face, a love that didn't even have a chance to begin.
I don't know what awaits us on the island, but I do know one thing; if anything goes wrong, I will fight, and keep on fighting, until I take my last breath.
It's the least I can do for the man I love.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dawn of the Dead, nor the characters within. No copyright infringement intended, and I'm not making a single cent (red or otherwise) on this work.
A Trick of the Light
By Dani Fleming
********************************************************************************
It wasn't like we were a couple. We never even kissed. I don't think he ever said I had beautiful hair, or my skin was soft, or any of the usual ways a man expresses his affection for a woman. He never gave me flowers or chocolates or a diamond ring.
He did make me a wonderful zombie-killing saw, helped create an incredible set of combat vehicles and inspired us out of that mall and beyond. He gave all of us hope, he saved my life, and when nearly all of our number was decimated, when all seemed lost, he gave his own.
I didn't want this to happen, my god, not again.
Not like this.
Couldn't we have just gone down fighting, together, facing the end? At least I wouldn't be alone, yet again.
It wasn't like we were a couple. No tender words expressed, no promises of a future together, no fleeting night spent wrapped in each other's arms.
No chance of furtive glances turning to lips pressed together turning to touch.
This just wasn't a world for that sort of thing anymore. Too much had happened, was happening, every second, every moment. Survival was the paramount concern, and everything else, even love, was secondary.
He kissed my hand, and pushed us off to new futures. New futures without him, the heart of the group.
I sit and watch as his form gets smaller, farther and farther away. It may just be a trick of the light, but I swear I can see the sun hit just right, and I see the gun he's raising, and almost in reflex my eyes screw shut, and I try to put my hands to my ears, and I'm fast.
But not quite fast enough.
The sound of it, though faint, is a cannon explosion in my ears.
Another loss to face, a love that didn't even have a chance to begin.
I don't know what awaits us on the island, but I do know one thing; if anything goes wrong, I will fight, and keep on fighting, until I take my last breath.
It's the least I can do for the man I love.