I got the text message at 10 pm one night. Nothing more than a simple "I can't do this anymore. We're over." No context, no explanation, nothing. It hurt, I won't lie. I didn't sleep until 4, most of the time being spent dreaming of things that I'd just lost but didn't realize how much I'd missed. Its funny how you don't realize how much you take things for granted until you're vulnerable.

I had woken up the next morning, to a world in absolute chaos. If only I could tell you that it wasn't something as cliche as zombies, but...it was zombies. Undead bastards were rising from the grave all over the world, and the small slice of Washington that I lived in was no different. In any other circumstance, most people would be worried about getting out alive, trying to find shelter, weapons, anything. But not me.

"You want me to drive you to your girlfriend's house...an hour away, in the middle of the zombie apocalypse...so you can argue with her?" Logan had been a little wary of my idea, seeing as how he had family to be looking for, but I assured him I'd help him find them after I talked to Her. I was being selfish, I know I was, but I couldn't help it. I needed closure.

"Ex apparently," I mumbled, gripping the wooden baseball bat in my hands and smashing it against the skull of another reanimated corpse. My parents didn't seem to have a problem with it, but then again, I couldn't exactly ask them. They were in Florida on a business trip, and as much as I'd have loved to call them, there was no cell service (as soon as this all blows over, Verizon can kiss my ass).

"Okay, ex, whatever. Why me?" Logan tapped his fingers on the hood of his car, almost nervously. I rolled my eyes.

"Because I don't have my license yet, and you're the only friend I know that does." I glanced around my empty yard, resting the bat on my shoulder.

"Do you really think the police give a shit about whether or not you have a permit or a license at this point, Chris?"

I bit my lip. He had a point. But still, he was there, he brought the car, no point in doing it myself now. I gave him a look, the same one I'd been giving him for nearly 5 years when I had a shitty idea he wanted to back out of. He sighed, and reluctantly pulled out his keys. "Fine. You owe me for this, though."

"What don't I owe you for," I said with a feigned smirk as I climbed into the passenger's seat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

He'd hit another one. I never said he was the best driver I knew, but he was the best option, and as long as we weren't smashing into any trees I didn't mind the rhythmic thumping of bodies against the windshield.

I clutched my phone in my hand, still staring down at the singular text message. Her and I had been dating for a while now, and although we'd had problems, I knew we could fix them. Or so I thought. We'd argued the day before over something stupid, and She brought up how I couldn't deal with my emotions without lashing out, at Her, at everything, something I had been doing for some time.

That's fucking stupid, I'd thought to myself. She'd made everything my fault, everytime, and I did get angry sometimes, but everyone did. It wasn't my fault that I reacted, and She couldn't blame me anymore. I'd tell Her that.

"Hey man," Logan said, pointing over at the small house on the left. "That's it, right?" I nodded, and he parked the car slowly, mowing over another one of the five corpses sitting in her front yard. I grit my teeth and gripped my bat tighter. It hadn't occured to me just yet that maybe, just maybe I could get killed.

I opened the car door, and dashed out, swinging frantically left and right. Somewhere between knocking zombies I began yelling Her name, twinges of anger in my voice."

"Where are you," I shouted, looking around to make sure there were no others. "What do you mean we're over?? Why don't you ever want to fucking fix these things?? Why can't we fix them?"

I stepped up to her door, and pushed it open easily, considering it wasn't locked. Dead silence. I bit my lip softly, the eerie silence of the house playing on my nerves. I rested my hand on the banister of the stairs, tempted to go barge straight into her room.

Instead, I turned towards the kitchen, where a sound caught my attention. "Sweetheart please, talk to me..." That's all I wanted. I just needed to talk to her, to tell her I was sorry. To tell her that I could change, because everyone can change. I taunted myself with thoughts of her as I crept into the dimly lit kitchen. Her voice telling me it would be okay, that she loved me, that she always would. I'd just remind her of that, and we'd be okay.

Something grabbed me from behind, dead hands grasping at my shoulders. I grunted and tossed it off, raising my bat and smashing in the skull of...Her mother. I recognized the wedding ring on her hand; I'd been in their company enough to know. I suddenly felt a sinking feeling in my gut.

I walked slowly into the living room, spotting Her father sitting in the reclining chair in front of the television I'd seen him in so many times. I stepped towards him slowly, resting my hand on his shoulder. "Sir," I mumbled, taking a step backwards as I heard him emit the same inhuman noise that I'd heard so many other times that day. I cursed under my breath, raising the bat in the air and smashing it against his head, knocking him to the floor in a pool of murky dark blood.

I pushed open the door to Her room slowly, feigning a smile. She would be okay. We would be okay.

"I..." I opened my mouth to speak as I sat on the edge of her bed, but I couldn't push anything out. Instead I just looked back at Her, laying down, phone curled in Her hands, looking over at me.

"I'm sorry," I started off, noticing Her raising up. "I'm sorry I'm so shitty." I drop my bat to the floor.

"I'm sorry that I treated you like shit," I continued as I stood up and stepped towards her. "I know I did, I always did. You deserve more. All I ever wanted was to make you happy, but now I realize that I can't do that." I reached my hand out towards her. I recoiled as she attempted to bite it.

My heart sank. I clenched my fists and hit the wall.

"But it's not fucking fair! It wasn't always my fault, you weren't easy to deal with! You blamed me for everything, you blamed me for every time I got angry, but what about you?" I hit the wall again, my knuckles aching, barely noticing the tears streaming down my face.

She grabbed at me, biting the air frantically as we both fell backwards onto the floor. "You always told me that you loved me, that we were supposed to be together forever, but what happened to that? What happened to the fucking promises we made each other? It's not fair, you can't do that to us. You can't do that to me."

I shoved Her off of me and rolled backwards, standing up as She rose unnaturally from the ground. Her soft features were gone, replaced by menace and death behind her eyes. She wasn't there anymore, and at that moment, I conversely realized that our relationship hadn't been there for quite some time either.

I sighed quietly and bit my lip, reaching down and picking up my baseball bat from the floor. I nodded to myself as I tightened my grip on it. "Yeah, I know. I still love you too. And I just want you to be happy."

She advanced towards me, her arms outstretched stiffly, jaw hanging crookedly. I wiped my face and fought back tears that were still trying to come.

"I'll make sure you're happy, sweetheart. I promise."