National Young Writers’ Month – Day 2 – ZomRomCom

ZomRomCom

Diary Entry #489 – Day 278 since the Infection

Resources are becoming scarce. Today, however, was different. I came across a vending machine that had been left completely untouched. I’m of the opinion now that this was fate intervening. I haven’t seen another living person for at least 80 days. Knowing that Walkers are attracted to sound, I had to be very careful. No power means no point in trying to use money (not that I have much anyhow). So I did what any person in my situation would, put my hand up the dispenser chute to get food, cans and whatever else I could. After getting a few items, my hand became stuck. I decided that going all Aron Ralston on it wouldn’t work, because blood would surely attract the Walkers. I decided to shake and go crazy to try and get it out of there. Whatever it took. I must have made too much noise, because a few minutes later, a female Walker came lurching around the corner.

You know how in movies when the boy meets the girl and everything goes into slow-motion and music swells? Well, this was kind of like that, except slow-motion was her moving at full pace. There was just something different about her. At the time, I was panicking because I obviously wanted to get my arm unstuck and get away from certain death lumbering toward me. But when I saw her, I just knew everything would be ok.

She ambled toward me. Her face wasn’t like the others. There weren’t so many pustules, dried blood or rotting flesh. I was still stuck when she tried to attack me. Thankfully, I was able to keep her at bay by putting my right foot into her sternum. Talk about a ‘meet cute’.

The pressure of her advances led to me being dislodged from the vending machine. See, I knew she was different. She was trying to save me.

Once I was free, I didn’t run. I kept my distance, but I let her follow me. You know what they say, persistence overcomes resistance. I led us into an abandoned house and barricaded myself in a bedroom for the night.

Diary Entry #506 – Day 306 since the Infection

So, we’ve been playing house for the past few weeks. It’s been… Interesting. I used to hate it when couples would say, “I love my partner’s brain.” Well, I’ve got myself someone who LOVES brains. Can’t get enough of them, as a matter of fact. You can’t get more loving than that.

Or how people would say, “They know how I feel on the inside.” My partner wants to FEEL my insides. She’s not one for conversation, but I know by looking into her eyes that she cares.

She’s been well behaved lately. I mean, she still tries to eat me every so often, but I think I’m getting through to her with each passing day. I manage to find her whatever live animals I can for her to eat while I’m out foraging and she stays at home. I sometimes wonder what she gets up to while I’m not around. Is it possible that there’s another guy she’s chasing? As far as I know, I’m the only one left in the world. But what if someone else comes along? What then? She can’t just leave. I need her.

Diary Entry #532 – Day 340 since the Infection

Came home today. Door was open. She was gone. Sad and alone. I hope she’s safe.

Diary Entry #533 – Day 341 since the Infection

Had the worst sleep last night. I got used to the scratching on the door and her moans echoing throughout the house. I left the front door open in case she returned. Big mistake. Two Walkers let themselves in overnight and I had to abandon our house.

Diary Entry #567 – Day 352 since the Infection

Still sad. I’ve been going out of my way to attract attention from Walkers in the hope that I’ll find her.

Diary Entry #603 – Day 366 since the Infection

I found her! Happy day, happy day, happy day. I couldn’t tell for certain, but it seemed like she was happy to see me. She was with a group of five or six Walkers so I had to dispose of them all to show her how much I cared. Even though she’s dead, I’ve never felt so alive.

Diary Entry #606 – Day 368 since the Infection

Accidentally cut her in half at the waist. I was setting up a reinforced steel door when she tried to bite me (the cheeky flirt) and I dropped the door on her.

Diary Entry #615 – Day 371 since the Infection

We’ve decided to spend some time travelling around the world. I’ve been able to setup a harness/backpack that she can fit into and I can carry her around in. Sometimes I’ll attach it to a skateboard and hold her hand while we walk the deserted streets. I can also attach it to the front of bicycles to get around easier. Everybody’s got something to hide except me and my zombie.

Diary Entry #708 – Day 426 since the Infection

She slipped off the front of the bike today after I went over a pothole. In the ensuing chaos, she managed to bite my ankle. I’m coming down with a fever. Guess this is what everyone else went through. I’m strapping her to my back for the last time, but at least I know we’ll never be apart.

If this is our happy ending, it’s the happiest ending this guy could ever ask for.

 

 

So there we are. Second day done and dusted. Thoughts? Criticism?

Onto brainstorming for tomorrow!