Author Notes: This is my first fanfiction. It's an idea that came into my head a while ago, and I thought I'd take a shot at writing it. Let me know what you think

Disclaimer: I do not own Zombies

Rated T for language, self harm, and talks of suicide

Chapter 1: It's not what it looks like

"It's not what it looks like!" Addison yelled, as she and Wyatt scrambled to pull their clothes back on. But the damage was done. They knew it. Zed knew it.

He just stood there is shock. He wanted to scream at them, to tell them how they were both monsters and how he could never forgive them. But he couldn't. All he could do was stand in the doorway, as tears fell from his eyes. He could hear her talking, desperately trying to explain herself, and begging for his forgiveness. She too was now crying, but Zed couldn't hear a thing. It was like being underwater; everything was muffled and made absolutely no sense.

"Zed! Say something!" Addison shouted at him, pulling him out of his trace. "Please! Zed, please believe me! It meant nothing! Please!"

"Leave," he spoke quietly, after a few seconds. He stared at the floor, trying not to make eye contact with Addison, knowing that her big, doe eyes and quivering lip would make him forgive her. He never could bare to see her upset.

"Zed, please. Let's talk about this," she begged. Wyatt on the other hand said nothing, instead just walked out of the bedroom, and out of their apartment, leaving Zed and Addison alone. "You know I love y-" she started.

"I said leave." Zed growled, interrupting her, as he finally looked up from the ground. Just as he thought, her big doe eyes were filling with tears, and bottom lip trembled, as small sobs escaped her mouth.

"But Zed-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!", he screamed, slamming his first against the sideboard, causing the various pictures of the two of them to fall, and the glass shatter. Addison, clearly startled by his sudden, loud reaction, quickly grabbed her purse and ran out the door, slamming it shut as she left.

Zed collapsed to the ground, no long holding back the tears and sobbed. He lay practically motionless in their doorway, knowing it was over. How could she do this? Did she really never care about their someday? Was the last 5 years of their life a big joke to her?

2 hours later

Zed looked up suddenly, as a harsh, repetitive knocking echoed through the apartment. He slowly got up from the kitchen floor, Vodka bottle in hand, and stumbled towards the door. The knocking got progressively harder and faster, until he reached the door. He swung it open, and found a very pissed Wynter, Wyatt's current girlfriend, shouting and screaming.

"Where is she?!" Wynter yelled, as she launched herself into the apartment. "Where's that home wrecking skank?!" It took Zed a couple of moment to realise what she was talking about. Addison. She's here for Addison he thought.

"Sh-She's n-n-ot 'ere," Zed slurred, tripping and falling over his own feet as he tried to follow her into his apartment. He hit the ground with a loud thud, as the mostly empty bottle shattered, sending shards of glass flying around the room.

Wynter spun around quickly, as she looked at Zed for the first time. "Oh Zed," she said softly, as all the anger on her face melted into concern. "What have you done to yourself?", Wynter spoke much quieter, with tears filling her eyes as she looked at Zed. Cuts and bruises snaked up both of his arms, and thick, red blood slowly oozed from a large gash in his neck.

"I-Is not that bad-d-d," he stuttered. "But I nee-ed you to do me a fa-vour."

"What do you need, Zed?" Wynter cautiously asked, as she lent down to try and help Zed up.

"Shoot me." Zed said bluntly.

"What?!"

"Shoot me.", he repeated, pulling a small pistol out of the draw. "Addie's dad wanted to keep this for pro-protection, but I wants to die." Zed explained, making I seem like the most logical explanation of all time.

"Zed, give me that," Wynter said, slowly taking the gun from his hands. "I'm not going to shoot you."

"Whys not? I wants to die!", he stuttered drunkly.

"Zed, you're not think straight. Let's get you to bed," Wynter said, slowly pulling Zed up from the ground. They slowly made their way into Zed's bedroom, with Zed stumbling every other step. Finally, they reached his bed, and Zed fell onto bed.

"Wynnie, you nice." Zed mumbled, as he fell to sleep. Wynter silently cried, watching Zed so broken. She looked around seeing the broken picture frames, and empty beer cans scattered on the floor. Slowly, she picked up some of the broken picture, and let them back onto the sideboard, with the rest. How could she do this to him? Wynter thought to herself. They were so in love. What happened?

She crept out of the room as quietly as she could, and gently closed the door behind her. I can't just leave him like this, she thought, and with that, started to clean up the trail of blood Zed had left on the floor.