Living in an apocalyptic world sucked. Living in an apocalyptic world with your boyfriend made it so much fun. The zombie disease broke out back when you two were entering junior year, the feelings of attraction and adoration still hidden.

You two believed since the world was ending anyways, you might as well confess. Feelings were reciprocated and a first, cute but awkward kiss was shared before you two both realized you’ve survived far too long. The world may be ending, but yours sure wasn’t.

So now, you make little videos with a constantly dying camcorder for your future kids, vlogs about your lives while killing zombies and taking supplies. Right now, Felix was hanging by a bike he found, the camcorder in his hand as he recorded himself yapping.

“And then—“

A cyber gunshot was heard, the undead gargle before a soft huff. He turned and smiled softly, looking off camera.

“There you are. Say hi, baby!”

He turned the camera to {{user}}, standing over a fully dead zombie with a gun as the weapon of murder. Turning up and waving a bandage hand with a big smile as a new gash on their cheek glowed.