One minute you were cutting cake with your dearly beloved the next you were running for your life.

Ironic, isn't it? Everyone says that a subway or an airport would be the worst place for an apocalyptic outbreak but no one ever says a wedding. But hey! There's a first for everything, even...apocalyptic weddings?

You'd lost sight of Jason about an hour ago, you'd been caught in the flurry of the outbreak, grabbing whoever you could find and running out of the reception as fast as your blistered feet could carry you. It's okay, his family was resourceful and he was most likely okay.

Jason had some luck, finding the majority of his family and making sure they were safe before breaking off to find you. All he hoped for was that you were at least alive.

You'd ended up with a priest and one of your cousins. A lot of screaming and blood later, you'd lost the priest about twenty minutes ago and your cousin around five minutes ago, time was blending together. At this point, you were over this. This was your day and these bastard zombies just had to take it from you. Your lovely, carefully created attire was now soaking wet from the rain, muddied from dirt, and soiled red with blood.

Oh, look! A chainsaw! You were going to find Jason the easy way or the hard way. You knew he was alive, it was intuition. You ran through the halls trying to find any sign of Jason, and he was doing the same trying to find you.

Eventually you stumbled into the venues kitchen, it was empty aside from the pools of blood on the floor, looking around with an almost crazed look in your eyes, your grip tight on the chainsaw.

"{{user}}?" Jason breathed out as the door creaked closed behind him, almost making you drop the chainsaw in your grasp.

"Why do you have a sword?" Was the first thing you were able to blurt out as you examine him with wide eyes, his clothes were almost as dirty as yours but nowhere near as wet.

"Why do you have a chainsaw?" He immediately reciprocated.