2 weeks later
"God, this is boring." Zoë said.
"Yeah, but it's gonna be so worth it." Percy said.
They were at a gas station, filling up gas canisters. It was time consuming, and dangerous, but if they were able to fill it up, they could have power in the prison. There was a generator in the middle, used for blackouts. And if the gas doesn't work in that one, they could just try to find a small one and just use that.
Percy put his canister in the trunk, before pulling out an empty one. He grabbed the gas pump, and started to fill his new one. Zoë did the same.
They finished filling all of their gas canisters, and got in the car. Percy started the car and drove off, bringing the gas to the prison. They pulled up to the gate and the guard let them in. They had stationed some of the Hunters as guards.
In fact, everyone had been given a job. Percy and Zoë were scavengers. If the group needed something, then they were the two to go out and get it. This led to a lot of time spent together, so she didn't really hate him anymore.
They went in carrying four gas cans. They passed by the yard, where they had set up a farm. Sure, it would take about ninety days for them to grow, but a stable food source was great.
In the medbay, some Hunters worked as doctors. That was where they went after they put the gas canisters by the generator.
Atlanta was working in the medbay. She currently was hands deep into a zombie corpse. She was picking apart its brain, trying to figure out what made a zombie a zombie. She took a scalpel and slowly cut into the brain. She was slow as she made incisions.
After a couple of minutes she traded the scalpel for the tweezers. She poked them into the brain and pulled something out. It was long, and disgusting. Between the prongs of the tweezers, was a long, small, white worm. It was limp, seemingly dead.
Atlanta frowned. She placed the worm in a cup. She took off the gloves and washed her hands.
"What are you doing?" Percy asked.
"I'm trying to figure out why these things act the way they do." Atlanta said.
"Any ideas?" Zoë asked.
Atlanta sighed. "My theory is that these things are the problem." She pointed at the white worm. "They seem to act like a parasite. They take over a host's brain, controlling it." She pointed at the brain. "See the tunnels. It seems like the parasite tunnels it's way through the brain."
"But then how would it spread?" Percy asked.
Atlanta shrugged. "I'm thinking that the bacteria spreads through breaking the skin, and the bacteria evolves quickly into a parasite. I don't know though."
"Damn."
"Yeah, I would need a live zombie to test my theory. But that would be hard to bring into the prison, and Artemis would never approve."
"What if we brought one?" Percy asked.
"Percy. No." Zoë said.
"I mean, we would be safe about it. But we could get a better understanding of these things. And even, potentially, get a cure."
Zoë sighed. "And how do you propose we get a zombie, alive, into the prison, without anyone dying?"
Percy thought for a moment. A smile came across his face. "What do you know about BDSM?"
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"Percy, this is a stupid idea."
"I think it's a great idea." Percy retorted.
They were sitting in the car, outside of an Adam and Eve store. Percy took the key out of the ignition and opened the door. He got out, putting the M-16 over his shoulder. Zoë reluctantly got out of the car.
"Zoë, what's wrong?" Percy asked.
"What if someone sees us?"
Percy blinked. He gestured around them. Zoë's cheeks flushed red as she realized that he was right. They were in a zombie apocalypse. The only people to see them would be zombies, and they would die.
They entered the store. Instantly, dildos and vibrators met their eyes.
Percy started to go through the aisles. He looked down each one, trying to find the BDSM equipment. Zoë started on the other side of the store.
Percy walked down another aisle. He came across a camera. He picked it up. "Hey, Zoë."
Zoë looked up from the wall of fleshlights. "Yeah? Percy, no!""
Percy took a picture of her, mid shout, cheeks flushed red. He laughed as the picture showed on the little screen. She walked over to him. He showed her the picture.
"You better delete that." Zoë said.
"I'm not doing that." Percy teased.
"Let's just find the things and get out of here."
Percy went and looked around. "Well, there they are." He said, pointing at the wall behind the counter. Fluffy handcuffs, whips, ball gags, and anything else a dominant person could dream of were hung on the wall.
Percy went behind the counter and started to take things off the wall. A ball gag, and two pairs of handcuffs. He turned back to Zoë. "You think this is all we'll need?"
Zoë blushed once again. There was a lot of that happening to her today. "I don't know, I've never done anything like this before."
"I haven't either." He turned back to the wall. "I mean, I don't think we'll need whips, or leather straps." He paused. "Wait, so when I first met you guys, who tied me up?"
"Phoebe."
"Hm. Well, I think this should work."
"If this doesn't I'm gonna kill you."
Percy grabbed a whip. "Kinky."
Zoë turned and walked out the door. Percy put the whip down, grabbed the camera, and followed her.
Zoë was already in the car. Percy got in the driver's seat, and put the goods in the back seat. He put the key in the ignition, and put the pedal to the metal as they drove away from Adam and Eve.
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Percy stared down the zombie. It shuffled towards him slowly. Zoë was creeping up behind the zombie, ball gag in hand. Percy made sure to keep the zombie's focus on him, making a loud noise when the zombie's eyes moved.
Zoë was quick as she put the ball gag on the zombie, and fastened it around his mouth. The zombie turned around as Zoë quickly shuffled away. Percy ran up to the zombie and placed the handcuffs on one of the zombie's hands. He brought the other hand behind the zombie's back and handcuffed that one as well.
As the zombie turned to Percy, Zoë kicked it forward, making it fall. That was when Percy handcuffed the zombie's legs together, rendering it immobile. The zombie was pretty much no longer a threat.
Zoë picked up the rotting corpse, and Percy opened the trunk of the car. She threw the zombie on the trunk and closed it. Percy got in the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition. Percy checked the fuel gauge. They were almost out.
Zoë got into the car.
"Hey, we gotta get gas on the way home." He told her.
"Okay."
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Percy and Zoë carried the zombie through the prison. "Make room please!" They yelled as they moved through the corridors. They burst through the doors of the medbay. Atlanta was looking at something through a microscope.
"Hey, Atlanta, where do you want this?" Zoë asked.
Atlanta looked up from the microscope. She stared at the bound and gagged zombie in shock. "Um, uh." She couldn't get any words out.
She vaguely motioned to a chair. They placed the zombie in it. Atlanta walked over to a button and pushed it. A beep sounded through the room. "Hello?"
"Hi, can I get Phoebe down to the medbay with some rope please. Thank you."
A few minutes later, Phoebe burst through the door with some rope in her hand. She laid eyes on the zombie. "Is that a zombie?!"
Percy nodded.
"You brought one in here?! Are you fucking crazy?" Phoebe screeched.
"Relax, it's handcuffed and gagged. It can't bite or scratch us."
"And if you can tie it to that chair, it'll help even more." Atlanta said.
Phoebe grunted. "Fine." She went to work, tying the zombie to the chair. She double knotted the back of the chair, making sure the zombie was secure. She backed away from the chair.
"If Artemis finds out, you guys are screwed." Phoebe said.
"And if we can get a cure, the world isn't." Percy said.
Phoebe shrugged, before leaving the room.
Atlanta grabbed a flashlight. "Hey, Percy. Can you light a match?"
Percy walked over to a counter where a box of matches sat. He lit one. He stuck the box in his pocket.
"Okay, now stand in front of our undead friend, and hold the match in front of you."
Percy walked in front of the zombie and did what he was told. The zombie kept his eyes on the lit flame as Atlanta checked it's eyes. When the match went out, Atlanta was done. She put the flashlight down and grabbed a stethoscope.
She checked the undead's heartbeat. She frowned. "Well, it's definitely dead." She said at last. "You guys can go. I'm going to do some more tests. I'll call if I need something."
They nodded before leaving. Percy went to his cell. In the last two weeks he and Zoë had decorated it. The cells were made for two prisoners, so Zoë took the bottom bunk, while he took the top. There was a beanbag in the corner. That's where Percy decided to sit.
Zoë followed him, sitting in her bunk. They had quickly decided to get some mattresses because what the cell had originally were uncomfortable as all hell. She laid down and stared up.
Glow in the dark stars were stuck on the bottom of Percy's bunk. Zoë had arranged them in the shape of actual constellations. Star-gazing, it was a habit of hers. There had been many nights in which he found her on the roof of the prison, staring at the stars.
The both couldn't help but be anxious about the whole ordeal of having a zombie in the prison. It was a huge risk. Even with huge rewards if it paid off.
They sat in silence, consumed by their thoughts. For hours, until they were disrupted by a call. "Could Percy and Zoë please come to the medbay?"
They got up and walked down to the medbay.
They entered the medbay. Atlanta was looking at an x-ray of a brain, presumably the zombies. She turned around as they opened the door. "Hey, I'm gonna be starting some experiments, and I need some chemicals."
"Where are we supposed to get chemicals?" Percy asked.
"Isn't there a high school near here?"
"Yeah, Goode. But they don't have chemicals, I don't think."
"They have chemistry labs, don't they?"
Percy was silent for a moment as he thought. "Yeah, yeah it does."
"So check there."
"Do you need any specific chemicals?" Zoë asked.
"Um, no. Just get me everything you can." Atlanta answered.
They left the medbay, a new mission acquired. They exited the prison, getting in the car. Percy instantly rested his head on the steering wheel.
"FUCK!" He screamed.
Zoë entered the car right as he screamed. She looked at him worriedly. She had never seen him like this before. He seemed scared, hesitant to do this.
"Hey, are you okay?" She asked him.
"No. No."
"What's wrong?"
Percy breathed in. He didn't answer.
"Something happened at Goode, didn't it?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"What happened?"
"I was dumb. I was naive. We shouldn't have gone." Percy didn't really seem to be answering the question. It was more like he was reliving something traumatic. Replaying a scenario, imaging a million different outcomes, each one better than what actually happened.
Zoë reached out and held his hand. "Percy, what happened?"
Tears were starting to well up in his eyes. "It's my fault." His voice was breaking. The words barely formed. "We didn't have to go."
"Percy."
Percy wiped the tears that started to fall. He shuddered before taking a deep breath. "When the apocalypse first started." He swallowed. "I went to Grover's. I had just killed my first zombie, my mom. I was mad, I… I wanted revenge. I wanted to kill every zombie in sight. Grover, he didn't stop me. He helped me. We got weapons from the Metropolitan, and then we went to Goode."
Percy's sword swung from his hip as he opened the door to the school. Grover moved behind him slowly, the armour weighing on him heavily. The door closed behind them as they looked around. The lights were off, casting the school in darkness.
School had ended about two hours ago, but there were still sports practices and after school clubs. They crept through the school, checking each classroom. They would leave the door open to show that they had already checked that one.
"After searching many classrooms and finding nothing, we started to get sloppy."
Percy tapped his sword along the floor like it was a walking stick and he was a blind man. The sound echoed through the halls. Grover started to play his pipes, playing a tune that sounded like Hillary Duff.
"That was when they came."
The zombies poured through the hall, coming straight at them. They turned to run. They knew they couldn't take the tidal wave of zombies that was coming at them. Percy sprinted, but Grover was falling behind. The armor was weighing him down too much.
Percy turned to Grover. He ran back to him. He held up his shield to block a strike from a zombie before stabbing it through the brain. "C'mon Grover! We have to go!"
"I'm too slow with this armor, Percy! Just go! I'll be right behind you!"
Percy slashed the head off of another. "I'm not leaving you!"
"You won't be leaving me! I'll be there! I swear!"
Percy swept a zombie off its feet before slashing it's head in two. He ran, grabbing Grover's hand. He wasn't going to leave his best friend behind. Grover was dragged along by his friend.
"We were almost at the exit, and then everything went wrong."
Percy felt a tug pull him back. He looked back to see a zombie hanging onto Grover's ankle. He watched in horror as the zombie bit into Grover's ankle. Percy let go of Grover. Grover stepped on the head of the zombie that bit him.
"Percy, I need you to kill me."
"I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill him. I knocked him unconscious, and left the school. I barricaded the door, and left." Percy finished his story. "I can't go back."
Zoë was silent.
"I can't lose you Zoë. I can't lose another friend. Especially not in the same place."
"You won't lose me." She reassured him. "But you also can't run from Goode. Remember what you said? We have a chance to potentially cure the world."
"I was just saying that. I mean, the chance that we could find something to fix this… It's next to zero. And besides, even if we do, they are already dead."
"What happened that made you this way? Not even a day ago you were fighting for this."
Percy sighed. He put the key in the ignition. "I guess I woke up and smelled the corpses."
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The rod was still in the door handles. It was a little bent, which meant the zombies tried to follow Percy when he escaped. He slid the rod out from the door handles, and swung open a door.
The rotten stench that came from inside the school was horrible. After a couple of weeks of zombie's inhabiting the world, the smell was probably one of the worst things. Percy brought her shirt up above his nose. Zoë did the same.
They entered the school. Percy was more cautious than he usually was. Zoë was able to see that being here was tough for him. He was wound up tight, moving too unlike him. She moved her bow to her left hand and held his hand with her right. She rubbed her thumb against his hand. He seemed to relax under her touch.
Percy led the way through the school to the science wing. He followed the route he would go back when he was in school. It was weird to imagine that the halls were once filled with other students, alive students. It was also weird, because a month ago, school felt like life or death, and now, it was.
They reached another hallway. Above the doors hung a banner that read "SCIENCE ROCKS!" They walked through the doors, and started with the first classroom. There were lab tables in the back of the classroom, and a door back there that led to a faculty hallway.
That was where they were going to start. Chemicals wouldn't be in the classroom, but instead where the teacher would keep them from out of reach of teenagers. The hallway was small and cramped.
It seems like they were in the biology section, because everything back there had to do with cells, and life things. They navigated through the hallway, making their way to chemistry. Finally, they reached it.
Boxes labeled with Fragile and Flammable were stacked against the wall. Percy opened one and studied it. "Yep, it seems like chemicals."
They grabbed a box each and took it to the car. The process of moving each box took forever, and their nerves ran high with the zombie threat, but so far, it was smooth sailing. At least, until the last box.
They were moving through the hallway near the gym when the bottom of the box gave out. Vials of chemicals shattered on the floor. Percy cursed quietly. They stood still, listening for any signs of zombies coming.
There were none, so they let out sighs of relief. Then there was a moan. Then another one. Then a footstep. Then more. It seemed like they celebrated too soon.
Zombies started to trickle into the hallway. They stumbled towards Percy and Zoë. More and more zombies filled the hallway. It was looking bleak. They wouldn't have enough time to run away.
Percy felt something in his pocket. The box of matches he had picked up from the medbay back at the prison! He took out the box and lit a match. He dropped it into the puddle of flammable chemicals.
Percy and Zoë took off running. Percy looked behind him to make sure that the fire was keeping the zombies at bay. They were all right, and they looked pissed. But one zombie was different.
It had curly ginger hair. A pale face. And it wore greek armor.
Percy felt tears welling up again, but he pushed on, running from the horde. They made it to the exit. Percy picked up the rod and slid it back through the door handles. They closed the trunk and got in the car.
They sped away back home.
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Percy placed the box on the counter. Zoë placed another box next to it.
"Thank you." Atlanta said.
"Enjoy these, we almost died getting them." Percy said.
Zoë lightly hit Percy in the arm. "You're welcome Atlanta."
"What? We did, didn't we?" Percy asked Zoë.
"Yeah, but you don't have to say it out loud."
"Fine, fine." Percy said.
They walked out of the medbay, back to their room. Percy went into a corner of the room where two chests sat. He opened one and brought out some clothes.
"I'm gonna go take a shower." He told Zoë. "I'll be back."
She nodded.
He came back about twenty minutes later, hair still wet. Zoë was staring at him. She seemed to be lost in her thoughts.
"What?" He asked.
That seemed to shake her. She shook her head. "Nothing."
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A week had passed since the chemicals were brought to the prison. In the time that has passed, Zoë had started to act strange. She spent a lot more time with Percy, and she seemed more open.
For instance, Percy had gone down to the cafeteria, and Zoë had followed him. He got food and so did she. He sat down and she sat down next to him. It was a far cry from the Zoë who would sit down a couple of tables away from him.
He wasn't against the company. While he wasn't hated in the prison, no one was really his friend. Sure, the Hunters were friendly enough to him, but it was the way you would be respectful to a coworker.
So having someone genuinely enjoy being around him was refreshing. But it was out of character for her to do. So he couldn't help but worry about her.
He hoped she was alright. She looked fine, so she wasn't sick. She was still tough as nails. She could still kick his ass. And she still looked beautiful. She was still the Zoë he knew and liked.
Wait-
What?
Oh shit.
He had a crush on her.
Oh fuck. That was bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Artemis told him on the second day of him being there that she wouldn't tolerate a relationship between him and any of her Hunters. Or herself for that matter.
No time to dwell on his feelings though, because as soon as his emotional revelation was made, the alarm went off. Percy and Zoë stood up and instantly ran to the medbay. That was where the zombie in the prison was, so if there was a problem, that was where it would be.
They reached the medbay to see Atlanta holding an empty vial. The zombie had been ungagged, and there was a green liquid along its decayed lips.
"What's going on?" Zoë asked.
"I don't know. I gave it this serum, to see if it could cure it, but it just instantly screamed."
"But why would that make the alarm go off?" Percy asked.
"WE HAVE A SECURITY BREACH IN CELL BLOCK E! REPEAT: WE HAVE A SECURITY BREACH IN CELL BLOCK E!"
"Unless that's what's why the alarm is going off." Zoë said.
Sure enough, they could see zombies filling the narrow corridors of the cell block. Atlanta went to the counter and picked up some vials.
"Come on!" She yelled at them.
The trio raced into the corridor, heading away from the zombies. The zombies followed them. Percy led the way as they ran through the maze of hallways. Zombies continued to fill the space behind them. They started to get so compact that they were crawling over each other.
Atlanta was falling behind. She could tell that she would be the first to get consumed by the horde of zombies. "Zoë, take these." She told her, handing her the vials. "It's the potential cures. Don't lose them."
Atlanta then unshouldered her bow and started to pick off zombies.
Percy and Zoë turned away to not watch her fruitless efforts. They kept running. It seemed like almost everywhere they turned, there were undead. They were quickly becoming trapped.
They turned a corner and entered a room. It was in the center of the prison, with stairs leading up to walkways that led throughout the prison. In the center of the room was the generator that ran the prison. Jerry cans sat next to the generator, most of them still full.
Percy then felt his pocket. He pulled out a book of matches. He remembered what happened in the school, and an idea formed.
"Zoë, grab some gasoline. We're gonna burn them all." He said, grabbing two.
She put the vials in her pockets and grabbed two cans as well.
"We'll split up and meet up near the entrance, okay?" He said.
"And what if you don't make it?" She asked.
"I'll make it, trust me."
She put down the jerry cans. She grasped his face before pulling him into a kiss. There were a few seconds of pure bliss before groans brought them back to reality. Zoë broke it first.
"Zombies." She said.
"Right. Zombies."
"You better fucking come back."
"I will, I promise."
She picked up the jerry cans before running up the stairs. Percy took the other stairs. He opened the jerry can and began to pour as he ran throughout the prison. He ran along the second floor in the cell blocks pouring the gasoline down on the zombies on the first floor.
He turned a corner and saw a zombie on the balcony with him. He kicked the zombie off of the balcony into the hodgepodge of zombies below. He continued to pour gas as he ran.
He was almost out of gas in his first jerry can, so he prepared to drop it and use the second. It ran out, so he switched and began pouring again. He was almost to the exit when another zombie came across his path.
He kicked this one too before jumping down below and running out of the exit. He continued to pour gasoline as he ran near the car. He was alone, which worried him.
Had Zoë gotten trapped? Killed? Bitten? His worries were put to rest a second later as she came out of the prison, pouring gasoline.
She connected her stream of gasoline to his. She tossed the jerry can away. Percy pulled out his book of matches and lit one. He dropped it into the gasoline, sparking glines of fire to lead into the prison.
"Oh. Fuck." Percy said suddenly.
"What?" Zoë asked.
"I left my rifle in there."
As soon as he finished saying the sentence, the prison blew up.
"The fire must've hit Phoebe's stash of explosives." Zoë said.
"Damn. How much did she have?"
"A lot."
"Well, at least the bastards are all blown to Hell." Percy said. "But I think we should get out of here."
They got in the car and drove off.
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Good news, Percy's sword and shield were in the car. Bad news, Percy and Zoë no longer had a home. They were living in the car, and they didn't really have any way to keep their hygiene up.
So after about a week of living in the car, they decided they had enough. Percy had driven them to a Bath and Body Works. They equipped their weapons- sword and bow respectively, and got out of the car.
They entered the store. To their surprise, the store was pretty much untouched. The stacks of candles, shelves of hand sanitizers, and supply of body washes and shampoos were all still standing like they had just been placed there.
Percy started to browse the body washes and shampoos. Apparently they had put out their Halloween collection, because there were scents like Vampire Blood and Midnight Boo Citrus. Percy mentioned as much to Zoë, who laughed.
She came over to him. She looked at the scents. "I mean, who wouldn't want to smell like Ghoul Friend?"
"Is that what I should call you?" Percy joked. "I just had the greatest idea. I'll be right back."
Percy left and went back to the car. He looked in the glove box. The camera he had gotten from Adam and Eve was in there. He took it out and went into the store.
They ended up having a photoshoot with a bunch of things in the store. They posed with everything, from candles to hand sanitizers.
One of the last pictures he took was one of both of them. He put the camera to a timer and set it up on a shelf. He held up a candle labeled Eucalyptus Rain. Zoë had an arm around his waist as she kissed him on the cheek.
In the end, Percy took Ocean shampoo/body wash and Zoë took Mahogany Woods.
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It was a week later that they found themselves cuddled in the backseat of the Accord. A record player was playing 'Early Sunsets Over Monroeville' as rain started to fall outside. Yes, they had taken a record player and a vinyl, and they were using that instead of a radio. Because the radio needed people and the world was kinda low on those right now.
They had taken a lot of things to help them live comfortably. They had blankets that they used to make a pallet on the seats. They had weeks worth of food growing in the trunk, with a battery powered lamp giving it light. They drilled a hole into the top of the trunk to give it oxygen. Oh, and Percy had picked up a revolver. It was all the gun store had.
Just as they were about to go to sleep, the car radio came to life.
"If there is anyone out there, I am Annabeth Chase. Me and some others have created a safe haven for survivors. The address is 3.141 Farm Road, Half Blood Hill."
Any sleep Percy and Zoë had planned on getting was instantly gone. They got up. Zoë pulled out a map from the glove box. They found the address.
Percy instantly got to driving.
This was big. A community of survivors. Maybe they could help with the cure they had. The duo had been lost on what to do with it, so maybe the people there could help them.
It was nearing midnight when they reached Farm Road. The rain was pouring down hard. They reached the base of the hill. There was a wall erected just outside of a giant pine tree. There were guard towers every 100 feet or so. Spot lights beamed down from each one. Woods surrounded the place, deep and dark.
The hill was too steep for the car to go up. They would have to walk it on foot. They got out of the car, instantly getting soaked.
Movement came from the woods. Sounds came soon after. Slowly, zombies started to emerge from the trees.
Percy and Zoë started to book it up the hill, but it was really steep. It made it hard to climb. Maybe that was why they had built it here, harder for zombies to get up.
Bullets rained down from the guard towers. The spotlights illuminated the zombies. They were getting closer to the couple.
They continued their trek, narrowly avoiding zombies. There was a close call when a zombie grabbed Zoë's leg and bit her, but her jeans kept it from spreading the bacteria and parasite.
They reached the wall. A gate began to rise to let them inside. They rushed inside. The gate dropped behind them right after they made it in.
Gunfire continued to send zombies to a second grave.
Percy looked over Zoë, relieved. Until he looked down. Part of her pant leg was missing.
Right around her ankle was a bite mark.
Percy felt his gut drop. Zoë was infected.
"What's wrong?" She asked him. Then she looked down. "Oh shit."
Percy felt paralyzed. He couldn't move at all.
"Percy. I need you to kill me." Zoë said.
Percy barely heard her. He was still internally grieving. He was shaken out of it by Zoë.
"I need you to kill me!" She pleaded.
Percy shook his head. "I can't do that. I can't."
Zoë took his gun out of his pocket and put it into his hand.
Percy refused to point it at her. "I can't kill you!"
"I'm already dead! You have too!" Her mouth was starting to froth up.
Tears started to leak from Percy's eyes. Not that anyone could tell with the thunderstorm.
"Percy, you have to do it."
"I can't."
"Percy…" Zoë was starting to cry. "I love you, but you have to."
"We have a cure, we can cure you!" He tried. Her words, which were supposed to help make it easier, only made it harder.
"It's too late, pull the trigger!"She grabbed the gun and pointed it at her forehead. "PULL IT!"
Tears were streaming down Percy's cheeks. He still refused to do it.
Zoë's flesh started to decay, slowly. Her humanity slowly died. Her brain lost all love she had for her boyfriend, replaced with non-dying hunger.
She lunged at Percy. That was what made Percy pull the trigger. He saw that there was no Zoë left in the monster.
He fell to his knees as his lover laid, bleeding out next to him.
LINE BREAK (ONE MONTH LATER)
Percy drove the car, and he drove it fast.
In the last month, the world had slightly returned to normal. Don't get it wrong, there was global trauma, but it would fade with cure had turned every living zombie back into a human. Albeit, very scarred ones.
Percy was coming up to a cliff. Right before he went over he slammed on the brakes. He skidded, coming right to the edge. The tires were a millimeter from the edge.
He breathed in and out heavily. He took his hands off the steering wheel. He leaned back in his seat. His eyes glanced over to the glove box. He opened it. Inside was a camera. He grabbed it and went through the pictures.
There were ones of Zoë. Most of them were of Zoë. he came across the first photo he took. The one of her in front of a wall of fleshlights. He smiled as he took in her flushed expression.
He put the car in reverse and drove away from the cliff.
Thirty minutes later, he arrived at a photo development place. He gave them the camera. After a little bit, they gave him an envelope of photos.
He took them home, to his new apartment. He opened the envelope. He pulled out the pictures. He grabbed a pen and wrote on the back of the one of him and Zoë posing with a candle.
You were the best part about the worst time of my life.
A/N. Well, what an ending. I don't know what is up with me and my tragic ending lately. But eh, I think it's good. It got me emotional. Maybe not you guys, but oh well.
So, it's been like, 4 months since I posted part one. Sorry. Most of the this was written in the last few days. Most of the time in between was me trying to figure out the story. I figured it out when I listened to 'Early Sunsets in Monroeville' which is why they were listening to that in the car. (Well, that and foreshadowing.)
Fun fact, when I was younger, I would write books on paper. They were only like a few pages long, because I didn't have patience and gave up on them after a couple of days. But almost every single one was a zombie apocalypse story. So it's nice to come and visit what little me was so obsessed about. Visiting my roots and all that.
Also, I have to say that some of my favorite lines are in this thing. "I woke up and smelled the corpses." and "You were the best part about the worst time of my life." I really like those lines.
Thoughts?
