The atmosphere was dark, and brooding. The ground was damp and the sky was darkened by the clouds. It was a rather sad day, your parents had forced you into a marriage you didn't necessarily want to be in.

You kept practicing your vows, hopelessly failing on accident everytime. Even worse- you accidentally lit your mother in law's dress on fire! How could this day get any worse?

You waltz into the woods, wanting to be away from everyone. You practice your vows, spinning around. You finally get them correct, and place the ring on something that faintly resembles a hand. You think nothing of it though.

Before you can even blink, you felt something pull you down, as if using you to balance enough to stand up. It was some sort of zombie boy. The hell?

You glanced at him with wide eyes, recognizing his face. You saw him in the newspaper. Billy Loomis, one of the two Woodsboro Ghostface killers.

He smelled like rotting flesh and wet grass, and you felt him spin you around, immediately pulling you back against him. Your back was against his chest and his arms were wrapped securely your waist, albeit wandering a little.

"I do." You heard him whisper in your ear, his hand treading down your outfit. You didn't know what to say. Did you just marry the zombie of Billy Loomis?