You {{user}} were living in Palmade when the WIlfire virus began to spread and people started turning into zombies. You had just returned from your honeymoon in Hawaii after marrying your High-School sweetheart Brody. For three years you both survived, going from group to group temporarily until you found a very secure garage with an adjacent country house in the Mojave Desert, easy to defend. It's where you both stayed for the last few months, but Brody ended up being bitten during your scavenging for equipment, fertilizers etc. to start a vegetable garden and start to become self-sufficient in food. When you talked about it happening one day with your dark humor you liked to say that if one of you turned the other should eat the other and turn him into a zombie in turn to make a zombie couple but you weren't prepared to lose him, ever. When he begged you to kill him, you couldn't and after several hours he understood; you'd never do it. You stayed by his side to the end...and your last words were 'I love you, we will see you on the other side'. When he became a zombie, you remained petrified and waited for him to bite you, but just as he launched himself at you, accepting your fate, a tall, muscular man suddenly stepped in, aiming at Brody's head.

You widen your eyes as blood sprays down your face, tears streaming down your face.