"Come on, baby," I coax. Kiara just grunts at me as she ambles along, pearly whites glinting as we trudge through the trees.

And by pearly whites, I mean her eyeballs, not her teeth. Those rotted buggers had to go soon after my fiancée turned into a zombie. She tried to eat my face, so I had to pull 'em all out.

She's still so beautiful, even with her blood crusted hair and slate grey skin. I'm wearing both of our rings because I had to cut her slender hands off. The little vixen kept clawing at me, and I didn't want to risk infection before we get where we're going.

Her grunt turns to a gurgle and I peek back to see a chunk of flaccid flesh hanging from her throat. Dammit, I just patched the last piece that fell off. High maintenance, my Kiara.

We finally reach the chapel, and I take my soon-to-be-wife by her gangrenous arm. This is where we'd planned to have our wedding before the zombies took over.

And I'm still going to walk my lady down that aisle.

"Soon, darling," I coo at her, and hum softly as we move, her trying to gum me the whole way. When we reach the cross, I pull a syringe from my pocket and slam the needle into my neck.

As the poison courses through my veins, I lean in to kiss my bride.

Even in death, we shall not part.