((A/N: Also, in these OneShots/scenarios, Ben will still be alive because that's my little devil child~ xD))

♦Scene Set♦

"Zombie! Where are you going?!" You shout after him, grasping his arm, but he shakes it off. He turns to face you, his forehead already pressing against yours, his gentle, minty breath upon your face.

You slightly jump at this, a small sound escaping you as you stagger back a bit, gulping a bit loudly as a sweatdrop forms on your cheek.

"I'm taking a break from you princess." Zombie tells you sternly.

"But... Why? I finally got time to talk to you and you don't want to even hang out. We've done nothing but argue these last few days..." You tell him in a small voice, sadly.

He sighs softly. "Exactly why I want a break..." He admits.

A break?! But you've grown fond of him and being apart from him would nearly kill you. Imagine what a break would do to you! You whimper and pout at him. No! Why a break?! He can't be serious.

"B-But Zombie." You whine, but obviously he has made his decision. He did leave a kiss on your cheek before walking away.

Leave you with the one and only... Ben.

But he wasn't an asshole like usually. He was quiet. Too quiet. But it was peace to you. Not having to hear "bitch" in every sentence he says. A small smile plays across your face as you softly scoff, lean back against the tank, and relax.

No zombies. No annoying Ben. Did you die and go to Heaven?

"Say (Y/N)..." Ben says in a gentle voice.

Fuck. Spoke too soon, you mentally sigh.

"Yes?" You answer back lazily.

"Zombie usually isn't like that... Say. You wanna pull a prank on him?" Ben's voice fills with a spark as he looks at you, a sparkle in his eyes gleaming slightly. You slightly shiver at that look as it can't mean anything good.

"Okay?.." You seem confused when he hops up, grabbing a bat and swings it around carelessly. "Have ya ever played... Dead?~" He purrs with such a joy that you felt the color drain from your face.

Wait... Is he trying to kill you?! No, no, no. Not again.

"Ben, let's talk about thi-" You suddenly shriek out in shear terror with what happened next.

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After a while of thinking to himself, he sighs, knowing what he said hurt you and he didn't want to leave you hurting because of him.

He finishes talking to his friends, gaining insight of the other survivors as he waves them off, tossing them a human arm for their reward as they went at it like wild savages.

He smirks as he walks away, heading back to the Military Base to hear you shriek. He sprints towards the entrance, slamming the door open to find Ben beating the shit out of you.

Zombie snaps. "WHAT. THE. FUCK!!!????" He storms over, slinging Ben off of you as Ben hits the metal wall, his head leaning forward as his body arches forward at the impact as some blood flies out his mouth.

Zombie wasn't done. Not even close. "Zombie, sweetheart, what's," cough, "Wrong?~" Ben coos innocently, only pissing Zombie off more. His blood was boiling as his eyes radiate red.

"What's wrong?" His jaw snaps as he tilts his head, hearing your shallow breathing behind him.

"What's... WRONG?!? WHAT'S WRONG IS YOU! YOU HURT THE ONE I LOVE." Zombie roars in his face, Ben flinching slightly at how he mentioned how he loved you.

Ben collects himself and swallows his pain. "So? I don't give a fuck about that bitch. For all I care you can die with her." He snaps.

Zombie turns to go check on you, not even wasting his time on Ben anymore than he should have.

I'll deal with him later, Zombie thought.

Just as he turned, metal screeches along the concreted flooring in the Base, Zombie's head turns, cringing at the sound, until...

Crack!

A bone smashing, crackling sound fills the whooshing sound of the flinging metal rod, meeting Zombie's skull— cracking it.

His body went limply to the floor as your vision was fussy of the scene. You see Ben's crazy smirk played across his face as he chuckles crazily. “If I can't have you... Then no one can...” Ben remarks, his hazel eyes dulling over with a secret darkness in his soul.

Zombie didn't even groan or winch in pain. He was limp. Not moving.

You reach out for him, but suddenly, Ben steps on your hand, crushing it under his heavy boot.

You let out a blood curdling scream, seeing red just before passing out and hearing Ben say,

“Don't touch what isn't yours, darling!” 

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