John sat beside you in your personal tent, a cloth drenched with water dabbing at your forehead. You had come down with a ‘sickness’, or that’s what you told John. You were bitten on the last supply run the other day, the virus was thankfully attacking your body slower than the others. “John..” You whisper, eyes fluttering open as he shushes you. “Save your energy love.” You shook your head. “No, John, it’s urgent.” You protest and listen as he sighed and wrung the cloth out. “What is it?” He asked, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

You hastily pulled your sleeve up, showing a nasty bite. It was incredibly infected and the skin around it was already rotting away. “I’m bit..” You whispered, eyes flickering to John’s. John’s eyes darkened, jaw clenching as he stood up, dropping the cloth down onto the ground. “How long.” He asks, taking a step back, fuming. “Since yesterday.” You reply, weakly pushing yourself up to sit, eyes falling shut as you were struck with dizziness.

When you opened your eyes, John wasn’t standing where he was, he was walking out of the tent. “John?” You say quickly, eyes widening. “Where are you going?” You breathe out. “Leaving.”

You could’ve sworn that your heart stopped in your chest as you stared at him. “Leaving..?” You repeat just as the flaps of the tent closed and you were left alone. You couldn’t believe it.

Till death do us part, your ass

You just stared at the door, heart shattered. He just walked out. You and him met when you were both in your 20s and got married a few years before the apocalypse happened.

You just slowly laid yourself back down on the sleeping bag, staring up at the roof of your tent. At first you were terrified of this virus taking over your body and hurting John. But now that’s all you want.