Scott Pilgrim vs. the Zombies Part 6

A Fan Fiction Written by: Warden Freeman

"NOO!" I screamed as I grabbed the nearest heavy item (a lamp) and bashed in it's skull, leaving a blood mess on the floor. But I didn't care about that; all I cared about was Kim who was holding her bloody arm.

"Kim! Oh shit oh shit oh shit."

She looked up at me with tear's welling up in her eyes.

"Scott. I-I can't…"

"You can't do what?"

"You have to kill me."

"NO! I can't! No, Kim… I… I couldn't…"

I knew that I had to. If you get bit, you turn into one. Those are the rules.

"You have to do it. I… She gasped for air. Scott…" She lost conscientious. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and blood poured from her ears.

"No… N- no. Kim!" I was shaking. I knew what was coming. I had to do it. For her.

I grabbed my shotgun and loaded it with two shells. I aimed it at her skull, tears welling up in my eyes.

She regained looked up at me slowly, but it wasn't Kim. It was something else. It was a dead life form that eats flesh, searching for it's next victim. Me.

I cocked the gun and pulled it up to her face. I had to do it!

Just do it you pussy! DO IT!

"FUCK!" I screamed as I shot her dead in the skull. She fell down dead on the ground.

I dropped the gun and put my head in my hands, sobbing.

I stayed on the ground for a while, just crying my eyes out. The girl I had loved; killed, by me.

I had to leave here though. A few zombies were coming in through the broken window. I ran upstairs, got Ramona and we escaped out the window.

I never looked behind me when I drove off. I didn't want to remember. I could tell Ramona knew what happened because she was silent to.

As we drove along long stretching abandoned freeway road I hadn't stopped crying. Tears clouded my eyes and I wiped them off furiously.

She's gone now. It's too late. I half to move on.

I looked at the blinking gas meter. We were running low on gas.

"God damn it!" I said angrily.

We ran out of gas in ten minuets. We grabbed all the stuff we could and started walking.

Just when I thought life couldn't get worse, Ramona collapsed on the ground, coughing.

"What's wrong?" I tried to help her up but she pushed me away.

"I'm fine. She said. She got up slowly and looked at me. Let's just keep walking."

It must have been hours before we ever found a military outpost. But as we were walking it gave me plenty of time to think. Kim was gone, so I would half to think of a future for myself. Maybe I could, I would find a nice place to live when this is all over. Go to college, get a job and maybe start a family later on.

Oh, what am I thinking! This will never be over. Everyone will die and you will have nothing to live for!

Geez. Mr. Negative.

We were both about to collapse from dehydration and exhaustion when I spotted a group of buildings in the distance. A Canadian flag blew in the wind. Ramona spotted it to. But we didn't say anything. We just ran.

Safety. At last!

But as soon as we started running towards it, that's when they opened fire.

It took me a while to understand that they weren't shooting at us, but at a group of zombies behind us. And they weren't the slow ones. They were fast.

"Run!" I screamed to Ramona.

We ran as fast as we could to get inside the big metal doors. A few soldiers were there with guns guiding us in.

"Hurry! Get inside!" They said.

We didn't argue as the ushered us into a big control room. There were tables with computers on them, big TV monitors and guns stacked everywhere.

We sat down on hard medal chairs and they asked us tons of questions. Where we from, where we were going, etc. Then they had a doctor check us up. He looked under our eyes and checked our mouths. When the doctor got done with me he moved over to Ramona, who shifted uncomfortably.

"Don't worry. I'm a professional." He smiled at her.

But his smile quickly turned into a frown when he looked into Ramona's eye. He waved for another doctor to see. He got wide eyed and called someone on a walkie-talkie.

"We need a report team down here, stat."

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Your girlfriend has the infection."

Normally I would be upset that someone called Ramona my girlfriend, but as for the circumstance…

"WHAT! RAMONA! YOU NEVER TOLD ME!" I yelled at her.

"I didn't think it was that bad!" She was crying.

"When did this happen?" I asked.

She was crying too hard. She couldn't tell me.

"Ramona! When did this happen!"

Around seven soldiers with fully loaded guns burst through the doors and began dragging her away.

"No! NO!" I screamed.

I tried to race after them but a few men in lab coats held me back.

"It's too late, son." One of them said.

I slumped on the floor and cried. Again. Someone I loved, dead. And there was nothing I could do about it.

They let me spend the night in the bunker. I slept on a hard mattress with a few rations of food to keep me through the night. But I wasn't hungry. I kept replaying Kim's death in my head and Ramona being dragged away. I had to get out of this place.

I gathered all my things (which wasn't much) and quietly walked outside into the dark air.

I didn't know where I was going. Stumbling around the dark with no sense of direction is not very safe, especially when zombies could be anywhere. I just wanted to get away from everything. Many hours passed by and I sometimes wished I hadn't left the outpost, but then I remember why I left and I keep walking.

I reached a small town just in time. I knocked on the steel doors and collapsed. I saw someone look over me and say something I couldn't understand. They picked me up and I blacked out.

I woke up with start. Franticly looking around me.

Where am I? What happened?

Looking around I could see a dimly lit room, with a candle lighting the room. I get up slowly and notice I'm wearing a white robe. I stumble outside in the bright sunlight, shielding my eyes. As I regain my vision I gasp. I'm standing in a grassy field with children playing in the snow. Small houses line the side of a fifteen-foot tall steel gate that curves 360 degrees around. A man with a cowboy hat smiles and comes up to me.

"Howdy son. Feeling better?"

"Where am I?" I ask.

"You're in a safe zone. The military built these years ago and we populate them now."

"I need to get out of here."

"Don't worry. Your safe here. And I think there's someone you should meet."

He took me over to a small house and knocked on the door.

"Yes, hello?" A familiar voice said.

I recognized it even before she opened the door. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Mom?"

Authors Note: Sorry for the late update. I usually publish on Mondays and Fridays but I was overscheduled so, sorry. But this is the longest chapter I have done so I guess that's a good excuse. Enjoy!