A/N: Aww, I wrote this when I was listening to "doomsday" and it was all sad and everything..awwness

Chapter 13 - Michael

Michael's POV

"No." Was all I could whisper. I had pushed her, me. It was my fault. Now, she was gone. I ran to the window and watched her fall. Her heart-reaching scream just before she hit the concrete rang through my ears, threatening to haunt me for forever. My body froze as Tiff tried to talk to me. Anything she said just didn't register in my brain; I was too shocked to listen.

In anger, I turned and ran. I ran down until I came to a door. It was a metal door but I still found the strength in me to kick it through. On the other side there was no other room, just the outside. All I could think about was the fact I pushed her. I know I didn't exactly do it on purpose but it was still all my fault. I hated myself. Every moment we ever shared was now gone, forever.

I kicked the wall in anger but remembered she made me promise I would never take out my anger that way. I muttered "sorry" under my breath and decided how I would make my decent back to solid ground. I saw that I could jump cleanly onto the top of the Hilton if I positioned my run-up correctly. I did so and landed almost perfectly. I found the stairs that were on the roof and began running down all the different flights of stairs. I couldn't stop thinking about Kirsty, how I had pushed her, how I would never see her again.

I got to the bottom of the building and ran out the door. In front of me was an unlocked delivery van with the keys still in the ignition. My stroke of luck. I dived into the driver's seat and turned the key. The van roared to life as I realised I had no idea how to drive it.

Even with that factor, I still stepped on the pedal and sped down the road. I didn't know where I was going, or what I would do when I got there, but I knew I couldn't be up there any longer. I seen a few zombified people and purposely sped into them, knocking them flying into the air. Their death's didn't faze me, not after Kirsty's.

I drove for miles on end until I finally reached the co-operative. I couldn't stop the van, mostly because I didn't know how to, so I ended up skidding into a tree. The van toppled on its side and there was an echoing boom as it hit the concrete floor again, upside down. I screamed and tried to undo my belt in an act of panic as the van set on fire. When it came undone I tried to crawl out of the now shattered window but the gap was too small for me to fit.

As my vision blurred I never stopped thinking of her. The memories we shared which would now all be a distant memory. The thoughts about weather I would join her in the afterlife or weather I would wake up in a hospital, alone. All these ran through my mind and as I looked up to the whitening sky, I saw her, Kirsty. She called my name and ran towards me. She couldn't be real, she had to be an angel. Her beautiful face was stricken with terror and as she tried to drag me out of the wreck, she even felt real.

When I was dragged safely from the van, it exploded. Rather movie like but that wasn't the main thing I was focused on. The main thing was this ghost of Kirsty. My hearing what slowly fading and my eyes closing but I could hear her say my name. She spoke softly but I could sense more panic in her voice than ever before. She was crying too, her tears fell onto my now cold wrist as my breathing slowed. I wanted to kiss her, but I was too scared in case the ghostly version of her faded away and I was left on my own once more. Then I realised.

If she was a ghost, she wouldn't have been able to hear my voice. If she was really dead, she would have been happy about my death too...that I would be joining her soon. Instead, she managed to remove me from the explosion and hold my hand in hers. She held my head in her arms and more tears fell.

Kirsty was alive.

I was as good as dead.