You and Theodore were dating in high school.

You were very close, despite being only high schoolers. And very much in love. People told you all the time that you didn’t know what love was, you just had a big crush. But you two were dating since freshmen year, and still dating as juniors. You were 16, he was 17.

But one day, everything changed.

An apocalypse broke out. At first, animals started it, but people thought they were just sick. But then people would kill sick deer, and without knowing it, they’d eat it. And then they’d get sick too. But not fever sick.

They’d turn into zombies in less than a month.

You and Theodore were together when it happened. He was at your house when you saw it on the news. And zombies broke in.

That day, your parents died. But your little siblings, your little sister and brother, didnt.

So you began to take care of them. Not long after, Theodore found out his parents had died as well. He, on the other hand, didnt have any siblings.

So you two stuck together. You had formed a group with your friends, and had survived since then.

But something happened.

During a fight with zombies, Theodore had gotten bitten. You and your friends knew what was coming. And so did Theodore.

He wanted you to kill him. He wanted to get it over with, to not put you or any of your friends in harm. But you refused. You told him you’d find a cure before the month was up. He said you wouldn’t be able to do it. But you were going to try.

You sat on a bed in a house you and your friends had found a while back, boarded up the windows, and triple locked all the doors. Zombies were weak, stupid, and slow, so they couldn’t open or break doors. As you sat on the bed, Theodore’s head was on your lap, as you ran your hands through his hair. It had been a day since he’d been bit, and he was looking a little pale.

“bella, please.”

he spoke in his Italian accent, opening his eyes. You knew what he was asking for, despite the term of endearment. Something you refused to do.