Note: I would like to thank AyanEva for her help in making this story a hell of a lot better. Thanks girl!

City of the Dead

(In my POV)

"Sean!" I yelled, sitting up, panting, with a scared look on my face. I look around and notice that everything's as normal as it could be in this world. These damn years of hell and torment have made me who I am today, heartless and cold.

I look around and survey the room, which is made of bricks with bullet holes in them. Blood is everywhere on the walls and floor. I sigh and decide to get up and grab my gear--two katanas, a M16A2 rifle with a 20x scope, two .50 caliber Desert Eagles and an Anaconda revolver.

I look down at what I'm wearing, roll my eyes, and go to change into my daily outfit. I dress myself in a black shirt, black pants, socks and boots, and a black duster that goes to my feet. Straightening my duster, I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes have lacked a soul for so long that I really haven't noticed, or cared, after eight years.

Eight. I hate that number.

I've changed my hair from a waist length chestnut brown hair to a boyish cut black. I look up to the door and sigh once again. 'Another boring day of killing zombies.' I get up and head out the door to hell.

I walk out into the hallway, and acknowledge a few people as I pass them on my way to the main hall. When I arrive, I find Zach, my commander, and best friend, sitting in a chair. He looks up and nods. I nod back and sit in a chair.

"Any reports of any zombies breaking into the city Zach?" He shakes his head. "No, but we need to keep a close eye." I nod and tell him that I'm going on patrol. He waves a hand and I leave.

I walk outside to see a cloudy sky, blood in different places on the ground, and hear moans of the dead. I walk to another building that looked like a cafeteria. When I go in, I spot some people that I know.

"Sayiea, over here!" I look over and see a tall brunette, about 5'9", come towards me and smile. I give her a little smile back and say, "How's it going Angie?"

"Same old same old for the last 8 years. How are you holding up?" I look down and sigh. Angelo looks at me sympathetically. "I don't know. I still wonder if Sean made it through the outbreak. I had a dream that he finally made it here. Damn, I swear if this keeps up, I don't know if I'll go insane or what."

"Sayiea, you've still got him on your mind?" I nod and say, "I swear, you think of it as a lost cause." She shakes her head no. "I'm just surprised that you've managed to keep your sanity for this long without knowing."

I sigh. "Yeah. So, any word on the new shipment of soldiers coming in?" Angelo nods. "Ya, they'll be here in ten minutes, so you'd better get out there and tell them that they're here to die like the rest of us."

I nod and smile a little. "Thanks, you made me chuckle just a bit. See ya." She smiles and I head out.

I go to the loading dock and check my watch; it says, 10:59 a.m. I look up and see a helicopter come down slowly and I see a few guys who are a little too close to the blades. "Make way for the landing, guys. I don't want you to get your heads chopped off." They laugh and back away.

All of a sudden, I get this weird feeling in my stomach. I look up and I get shivers. 'What the hell was that?' I ask myself.

Finally, after the helicopter stops, the guy in charge steps out and heads over toward me, weapons on his back. "How many soldiers are in there?"

He responds, "About ten. Two Sergeants and the rest are new people that we found while cleaning out the apartments." I tell him thanks and he hands me a list of people who are on the helicopter. I go over the list, and stop on one name. I shake my head, getting the chills once again, and look up to see the men and women already out and in a line. I look over them closely, and notice one that I recognized instantly...Sean Arseo.

My eyes widen as we make eye contact. He looks at me strangely, but I ignore it and walk up to the crew. "My name is Holly Brewer, but you can call me Sayiea, or Holly, I could care less. Your mission is to be able to clear out as much as you can in the assigned places that you are sent to. Be careful, and don't get bitten. Follow me, I'll show you where you will be staying in this station."

I look over at Sean. His eyes are so different from what they were when I first made eye contact with him. His eyes hold confusion, love, and happiness; so many things that I have been pushing away for so long. Everyone follows me as I lead them to the resting quarters. "Find a bed and sit down, because I have more information to tell you."

"Everyone sits down wherever they want and they direct their attention towards me." "I am second in command for this station, if the commander is busy when you need something asked, ask me. I will be in the main room most of the time, but I will be patrolling around. I'm going to tell this to you now," I said, eyeing Sean. "I am not very easy to talk to, so don't bother to try and make a casual conversation. I don't want to hear casual, because nothing is anymore. Any questions?"

Everyone is quiet and I say, "Alright, soldiers, get a good night's sleep and report outside at six a.m. for more training. I need to see all higher-ranking soldiers in the main room in ten minutes."

I walk out into the hallway and go into my room across the hallway. I put down all of my guns and whatnot. Then I sit on my bed with my hand in my head. "What the hell was that?" I look up and freeze when I see and hear the familiar voice and face that has been haunting me for eight years.

"Holl?"

I look at him with tears. "What did you say?" I ask before he repeats himself. I look at him for the longest time.

"Sean? No way. There's no damn way it could be you. No way." I stand up and get dizzy.

"Why? Why dammit. Why after eight years do you decide to show up?"

I get even dizzier, and at this point I've got one hand on my head and one on the bars. I start to fall and he tries to get me, but my head hits the floor, and darkness consumes me.

A few hours later, I wake up to see his worried face. I feel a hell of a headache coming on, and yet, his voice is music to my ears. "Holl, are you okay?" I groan as a response and I try to sit up. He helps me get up and get myself in a comfortable position. Then I look at him once again.

"There is no fucking way that it can be you, Sean Arseo! Where in the hell have you been these eight years?"

He lowers his head and I choke on a cry, and my voice cracks. "Why didn't you try to get in touch with me when all of this started, at least I wouldn't be the bitch I am today, cold hearted and distant."

He looks up with tears in his eyes. "I tried, I definitely tried, but the phones went out in my area. Only the Lord knows how much I tried, but it was so useless. Nothing worked."

I look up at him, tears streaming down my eyes, and he has a funny look on his face. I give him a questioning look.

"Jasmine? Damn, you still wear that after all of these years." he finally says. I laugh and playfully hit him on his arm and he yelps and rubs his arm.

"Damn, you've gotten stronger also! What the fuck has been going on since everything went to hell?"

I look down and say after a few seconds, "I had a choice. I could live and fight these damn things. Or let them have me. The damn zombies got into my house and killed my family. Me, Angelo, Zach and Jessica managed to get out in time. We had found a few guns near some dead guys. We then took my car and drove to the nearest military shelter possible. But then the damn things got in and killed Jess. I had to kill her before she turned. She begged me to. After that, things around me changed for the worst. This is how I got the way that I am today, careless and unafraid of these damn things. So after a while, we got a group, and got ourselves prepared for those things, and found this station. Zach became first in command, and I became second."

I look up at him and a sad smile plays across his face. I say to him, "I heard that someone found the cure and that they are sending some down here." Before he can even answer me, I hear the alarm go off. I stand up suddenly and grab my gear. "SHIT!"

I run into the hallway with Sean and Angelo following right behind me. "Everyone! Lock and load! The sons of bitches have gotten in! Grab everything you can!" Sean looks at me, alarmed.

"Sean, whatever happens, I still love you, always have, and nothing will change it." I kiss him for the longest time and my heart feels like it used to before those eight years of pain.

I look at Sean and put on a grin. "Come on, let's get the bastards." Sean smiles. "Well, welcome back!" Angelo and Zach yell while running off. I say, "I'll thank you later when we get this place back in order."

We charge outside and notice that there are about 40 of those things. I wince and get out my Katanas. Sean takes out a Patriot and starts firing it one handed. I go up and start slicing zombies but before anyone else gets killed, I yell, I yell, "TAKE COVER!" and I throw a grenade out into the mob of zombies.

The place shakes and pieces of zombies fly around. We get up and start to kill what's left of them. A zombie walks behind Sean and I've never been so scared in my life. "Sean, move!" I get out a gun and shoot the bastard; the zombie was about to bite his neck. He looks at me and says, "Well, nice going. But please, try not to hit so close." I laugh.

We start to kill off more zombies when Sean's eyes widen and he tells me to look out. I turn around and am greeted by none other than a zombie. The damn thing bites into my shoulder. My eyes widen and I feel numb. Blood starts to run down my shoulder, I scream in pain, and my knees buckle, causing me to go down.

Sean gets rid of the zombie and gets it off of me; I'm in shock. Everyone else finishes killing off the rest of the zombies and locks down.

I start to yell out and sit up. Sean comes up to me with tears brimming in his eyes and I look up at him and say, "Even though we only reunited just a mere few minutes ago, it feels like an eternity. I'm just sorry that I wasn't quick enough." I feel tears coming down my face and break down. He comes over to me and kneels down. I look at him and his face shows so many emotions-fear, anger, love, sorrow.

"Kill me." He widens his eyes. "What! I can't do it, and I won't. Do you know why?" I look him in the eyes. "Why? Unless the cure is here, I'm as good as dead."

He smiles the warmest smile imaginable. "We have the cure, Holl."

I snap my head up and look at him like he's insane. "What! You guys have the cure!" Sean smiles and reaches his hand out towards me. I take it and stand up. "Why didn't you just tell me this before the damn thing started!" He looks at me and laughs. "I was about to but the alarm went off."

I gasp and hit his arm and he starts to playfully say, "Oww! Oww!" I roll my eyes and grab him. I start to smile and he inches closer to my face and our lips meet in one of the most passionate kisses we have ever had. Unfortunately, it was cut short, due to my shoulder hurting, and Angelo giggling and grinning from ear to ear.

I roll my eyes. "Come on, let's go." All three of us run to the infirmary and Zach looks up at me as I come in.

He looks a little bit shocked, but he is relieved that we has the cure. "Well, Holly, you're very lucky. Go to that corner over there, he's gonna give you the shot. I smile and start to walk, when Zach gives me a hug. I'm stunned for a moment but I get over it. I raise an eyebrow at him and he laughs. "Welcome back girl, we've missed the old you for quite some time."

I laugh and Sean comes to the back with me to get the shot. The nurse comes up to me and tells me to sit down. I do and she starts to clean up the bite on my shoulder.

"You're very lucky. It hasn't bled too much, so you'll be just fine."

Sean smiles and I look outside; the sun is shining. "Weird. The sun hasn't shone in years." Angelo smiles. "Maybe this is a sign, a good one." I nod in agreement, and jump when I get my shot.

"Ow! Damn those things hurt!" Sean laughs and I hit him on his head with my free hand.

"Zach laughs too and says, 'Well, well. It looks like everything's gonna go back to normal.' All of us are smiling as we go back into the main room."

I decide to go back to my room but I leave the door open. I lie down on my bed and close my eyes, sighing, knowing that everything will be back to normal soon. I hear a door shut and I feel someone standing over me but I keep my eyes shut. The next thing I know, I feel someone brushing a hand over the side of my face. I open my eyes and see Sean looking at me in a way that words cannot describe. "Sean." I smile and for the first time in eight long years, I felt happy.