The winter finally passed with a few unfortunate deaths. Luckily nothing zombie related. They were just old and it had been too hard on them. Jake and I were now a solid couple, and truth be told, I was secretly happy about the outbreak, because it meant meeting him.

"So, Bella, what do you want to do today?" Jake asked. As far as we had kept track, today was the spring solstice.

I shrugged. "I'm up for anything. But Mom says we need to remember weapons whenever we go out now. Zombies are starting to revive and all that."

He nodded. "Wanna go to our spot?" Our spot was a small spot by the nearby lake. It had a fallen tree right at the edge of the woods that we used as a bench.

"Yeah, alright." I replied.

We grabbed our weapons and headed out. We had been sitting and talking for a while when we heard them. We both paled as we looked at each other, then at the woods behind us. Suddenly, our spot didn't look like such a good spot anymore.

"Bella, when I tell you to, I want you to run to camp, alright?" Jake sounded serious and his expression was grim.

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to leave you here alone! We both make a run for it. We'd be able to out run them!" I was panicking. I knew Jake was trying to buy me time, but that was just stupid.

"Do it Bella." We both stared at each other. I knew I was going to lose. Slowly I nodded. "I love you, Bells." he said. "Now go."

I ran, tears pouring down my face. I had to get back to camp, alert everyone, and get back to Jake fast. I had heard more than one, but no more than five. Jake was a smart fighter. He'd be okay.

I made it back in record time, without tripping at all, and grabbed a few others. They knew what my expression meant.

When we made it back to where Jake was, there were two corpses on the ground and two other zombies trying to get him.

It was over fast, thanks to the backup. As we walked back, I noticed Jake wincing and trying to hide the fact that he favored one leg. I figured he had twisted his foot, so I didn't say anything.

When we got back to camp, though, the dog went nuts. It's owner pulled it away. "Alright." he said slowly, looking pained. "Each of you come here one at a time."

I went first. The dog didn't react to me. Then the other guys walked by. Nothing. Only Jake was left. I started crying again. The dog barked and growled at him as he approached.

"I'm fine!" he exclaimed when people faced him silently. "The dog's nuts! See?" he pulled his shirt off, showing that his torso was free of wounds.

"What about your legs?" the dog owner asked.

Jake looked away. "I'm fine." he said.

"Then prove it."

Jake sighed. Slowly he raised his pant leg to reveal a bite. I cried harder. A group of men, including Phil, started talking.

I walked up to Jake and hugged him. "You should have run with me." I sobbed.

"I know, Bells. I know." he hugged me back. "I wasn't lying when I said I loved you."

"I know, Jake. I love you, too."

Phil walked up. "You need to come with us." he sounded sorry.

"I love you Bella." Jake whispered one final time before kissing me. Then he turned and left.

I cried the rest of the day. I refused to talk to Phil, or any of the men that had taken Jake away. No one told them they hadn't gone far enough before they shot him. And no one was surprised when Billy, Jake's father, gave me their gun-their real gun-and left two days later.

Ok, please don't hate me. I'm sorry. I really do like Jacob, but this is actually important. Really.