-Chapter 1

  I swung my bad, clashing with the bloodied mess of the undead. 

 I panted, my heart racing. My eyes were filled with fearful tears. The only things that could protect me were my friends, and my baseball bat. That's it.

 I felt something grab onto my shirt, a hand. I swung my bad and knocked out another zombie, thankful that it wasn't one of my friends. My eyes darted in every direction possible, trying to take in my surroundings. I stood with m back up against a lamp post, taking deep breaths. 

 My curly hair was a mess, my eyes wide with fear. I could hear my heart beating as I looked about all of the zombies I'd killed. My friends were inside of the base, figuring out plans to kill of all of the undead. I heard a struggling moan come from behind me. I turned my head to be met with a familiar face. 

 He was young. Medium lengthed hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. His eyes were full of lust, narrowed at me as if I was his next target. His prey.

 Why couldn't I remember who this was? Because I'd tried to forget? I wouldn't know.

 Then it clicked. Alexander....

 He struggled to walk, his arm hanging limply. He looked pale. Of course, he's dead..

 My eyes widened. I didn't know whether to kill him, or save him. 

 I loved him all of my life, all throughout middle, and high school. Now he was.. this..

 He was dead, but undead. I could still have a chance with him. But he was one of them.

 He was still a zombie. My friends wouldn't approve. They'd kill him. 

 He was coming closer, and I had to make my decision. "Alex?!" I called to him. He perked, his eyes lighting up a little. "Is that you?" I asked, a bit softer this time. My heart was aching, seeing my love like this. He reached his hands out, his arms bloody with scars. I took a deep breath and dropped my bat, walking over to him, and embracing him. 

 All though I was scared of being eaten alive, I loved Alexander so very much. I couldn't throw away my last shot. My only shot. His eyes were brined with bloody tears, one falling. I wiped it away, my once tan shirt, covered in blood. I didn't care, however. I grabbed his hand gently, seeing as it could fall of if I gripped it to hard. I slowly started to lead him toward the base.

 "You must stay quiet, and you can't let them know you're here." I said to him. He nodded slowly and followed me. He hadn't spoken a word since I'd seen him, but his eyes showed lust, and tiredness. He let out a long, depressed sigh, which broke my heart to hear.

 I couldn't bear to watch this boy suffer through what he was going through. I hadn't even noticed that he'd left after all of this started, and now he was dead. But he was aalso undead.

 I can't help but think it was my fault. For letting him die, when I could've been there for him. But no, I was to worried about my own problems, and how broken I was when I found out that Eliza longed for Alex. Now Eliza was gone to. It's my fault. It's all my fault. 

 Alex must've seen the sadness on my face, for he clung onto me, his head leaning on my shoulder. My heart seemed to stop for a moment. Maybe he though it was plantonic, this whole thing. I surely didn't.

 A tear escaped from my eye, falling down to my chin. I wiped it quickly, dried blood rubbing off onto my chin. I could smell the horrid metal smell of the blood, but I was used to I think by now. 

 I led Alex to my chambers, or my room, and sat him down on the makeshift bed I had. He slumped over. It hurt me to see him so distraught. I sighed and pulled out gauze from a drawer in my dresser, and walked over to him with it. I listed his chin and looked into his eyes. They still held the same look as when I'd first saw him. Only, now they looked sadder. I frowned. "No need to be so distraught, love. I'm here to help you." I said softly. He blinked slowly, and nodded. 

 I lifted his arm carefully and scanned it. I sighed and gently placed it back by his side. "I'll have to sew the wounds shut before I wrap them." I said, pulling out some tan thread, and a needle. He looked scared when I looked back to him. I walked over, now with scissors, and sat on my knees next to him. I bit my lip and carefully began to sew his larger wounds shut. He winced many times, but never made a sound. I nodded "Yorue doing good, love." I said. I cut the string and wrapped the wounds in gauze. I moved down to his legs. 

 His pants were already torn terribly, worse than destroyed jeans. I walked over to my dresser once more and pulled out a pair of jeans I though would fit him. He'd gotten skinner since I saw him the last time. This made me even more sorrowful. 

 I tugged the hem of the pants' leg, looking up at him for approval. He blinked as if to wait for to do as I needed to, so I carefully pulled off his pants. He sighed, which seemed to be the only sound he made. 

 I fixed up his legs, finishing off with gauze. I put my things away, and cleaned some dried blood off of his limbs. I he had a scar across his forehead, but it wasn't that bad. I looked in his eyes, which gazed back into mine. I just stared for a moment, biting my lip nervously. 

 "I'm s-s-sorry.." he mumbled in a raspy voice.