Warning: Blood, Gore(slight), Self-harm, Death, Angst, Zombies.

The world has gone to hell with the spread of the new virus, family once happy and prosperous had turned into decomposing and hungry. The survivor's condition wasn't much better, they are fighting every day to be human one more day. Freya and Ethan, are facing the same battle with fate, but everything changed when Freya get bitten... but is it the end? 

Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.

Taking a roll to avoid the upcoming gross bloodied teeth, she squeezed the trigger, the recoil jolting through her arms. The undead creature staggered back, its grotesque face splattering with blood and brain matter. She had seen enough movies to know that headshots were the key, but it was still unsettling to watch the lifeless body slump to the ground.

The world had changed, and not for the better. Those once familiar faces now roamed the streets as the living dead, their hunger insatiable.

Freya takes the support of a nearby wall groaning in pain, this was not supposed to go like this--

It was supposed to be a harmless raid for more food, but she got stuck between those fleshy freaks--...and that was not even the worst part.

Her eyes that were blurred with tears, looked toward her arm that contained a pair of teeth marks-- The wound on her arm stung, and blood seeped from the pair of bloody punctures.

"No, not like this," she groaned, "this wasn't supposed to happen."

Tears fell down her cheeks as she realized her time was running short, she has barely four hours, five if luck was on her side. 

It's been six months now-- six months of this fight for survival, six months of seeing others turn, their humanity slipping away until they were nothing more than decomposing corpses. 

But she gone through all that, with him, Ethan, he was her only support, the only thing keeping her sane in this insane world.

But now, just in a snap, she was bitten--and she knew, now even he couldn't keep her sane. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

She keeps the walkie-talkie a little far from her lips as she tries to still her quivering lips. 

"Freya, Freya-- are you ok?" The panic in his voice makes her heart squeeze, how is she supposed to tell him that she is now bitten?

"I am okay," she said, her voice surprisingly still, "just encountered a bunch of those Maggots, will be there in twenty."

She cut the connection before he could ask something else, heaving a sigh she stood up wiping her eyes-- one thing good about this encounter, was that she gets her hand on a map that led to a house--which could most supposedly get them help-- but now, it was only for him.

She wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped back into the desolate streets, her footsteps echoing her fading hope.

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"Freya," his voice was basked with relief, as he took his beloved in his arms, she was out there for food, but his heartbeat was thundering with worry for her. 

She stilled in his arms, for a second wanting to pull away, but stopped-- right, this may be their last hug after all. She also wraps her hands around him keeping her head on his chest.

These were the moments where they both take themselves away from the cruel world, it makes them sure that they are still human, still with each other. 

"We have to go," she whisper pulling away from him, looking into his grey eyes. "I found a map while raid, a place which is safer then here-- it may also have telephone connection maybe yo-we can try to get help, and escape from this rotten city."

"Ok," he said nodding, of course, he will do anything if that mean he can keep them safe, her safe. And moreover, if they establish contact with outer cities maybe they can convince the officials to rescue them. 

"I will go, take a bath," she said, moving away.

Stripping herself of clothing, she took the bucket of water helping herself to bath, they both know that it will be not for long, that this luxury of bathing will also be snatched away but--it will be her last time anyway--last time feeling humane.

After washing the dirt, blood and tears she got out with a clean pair of clothes, a blue tee and black joggers. 

A sigh left her lips as she looks forward to saw Ethan arranging the last things in his bag, just how exactly is she going to accept the reality--and will he be able to accept it?

The thought alone brings tears in her eyes-he had lost all his loved ones in front of his eyes; he has seen his closest support pillars becoming into those--maggots. And with her now gone; will he be able to accept all this?

"You are, ok?" he asks tilting his head concern etching his face, he could see her frozen in her place but can't make out the tears due to the bangs covering her eyes. 

"Yeah--yeah," she said snapping out of her reverie "I love you." She mumbles secretly wiping her tears away.

"I love you too," he says giving her a charming smile. He moves step toward her, supposedly for a kiss, but stop as he sees her moving away from him. 

"Let's move," she said taking the bag on her shoulder. His face shows a little disappointment because of her moving away, but he nods taking his bag on his shoulder.

They both exit that house, two handgun tugs under both of their clothes. They move along the town according to the map, the mansion they were going to was somewhere at the outskirt of city, in the deserted area-that hopefully will still be deserted. 

Silently, they scanned their surroundings, alert for any signs of the undead. But the low groaning interrupted their progress. Five figures emerged, pupils dilated, jaws dripping with blood. Freya's stomach churned. These creatures had once been human, like her. Now they were maggots—mindless, relentless. The irony is that it is quite possible that under 1 hour she will probably be like them. Gross.

They exchanged a nod, drawing their guns. Shots rang out, heads exploded, and the threat diminished. But another zombie closed in on Ethan. "Duck!" Freya yelled, firing the last bullets.

The groaning persisted nearby. They had to run.

Taking some twists and turns, jogging and running they finally found themselves at their location, no weird noises were coming so they can only hope that any other creature expect them will not be here--technically, hopefully.

They both push the iron gate that open with--no sound, well at least it is not giving the classic horror house feeling.

In front of them was quite literally--a Mansion, the Ross Mansion, although the people from here had flew away to another country as soon as the news of the new virus spread. 

Ethan took cautious steps, scanning the surroundings. The mansion, though dust-covered, seemed surprisingly intact. 

But his steps stopped when he notices Freya was not with him, he turned around gesturing her to come with him. She nodded coming toward him, but stop as she feels her muscles growing stiff-- shit, look like the seizure is going to start in few minutes. 

"Go ahead," she said pushing him toward the door.

"Where are you going?" he said but stop as he feels her hugging him, her hands wrap around him as she buries her face in his chest.

"Wha-"

"Nothing, I just--I will miss you." she said wiping her tears.

Her words, her not kissing him and now when he saw her pupils slowly turning to an obsidian color rather than their natural golden his mouth fall open, No! Not she please.

"Freya-what are you-" he said grasping her hand before she swats it away pushing him in and locking the door. He grows stunned for a moment before trying to open the gate but to no avail. 

"I am sorry." she choked out sliding down the door, her breathing a little ragged-she have only a few minutes left.

"Freya, Freya-open the door-"

"No, no, I can't,"

"Freya," he said in a barely audible voice from the other side of the door, she can feel him sobbing lightly "We will find a way-I can't let you-No not you-please."

"Please, Ethan, please don't make it more difficult." she said standing up using her remaining strength, tears dripping down her cheeks. 

"But I love you." 

"I do too," she said before slipping the key underneath the door for him to open the door and taking in a run- a difficult one due to her stiff muscles, and ragged breathing. 

She stops in the middle of no-where, far away from the house, as she feels a deep itchiness in the back of her head and a cold chill fills her body.

Her vision begins to blur as waves of nausea overcome her. Her limbs grow heavy and uncoordinated, making movement difficult. Her senses heighten, her breathing becomes ragged and painful, as the itchiness in her head only increases, and her body starts to shiver uncontrollably. The symptoms increase and intensify.

With her vision blurred and hands shaky, she took out the gun from her pocket, pointing it at her head-and she press the trigger.

A flash of brilliant white light fills her vision as she feels a devastating pain in her skull, her vision fades as reality gives way to an all-encompassing darkness, her thoughts begin to slow and become fuzzy, as the light fades and the darkness closes in. 

All sensation is lost, and the void becomes all she is left with. The blackness begins to spread outside her sight, filling the rest of her body as the pain ceases and she is left with the empty abyss.

Some tears left her eyes while her lifeless body drop into the ground. 

So, this is how it all ends? At least I hopefully saved him.

Well, apparently this all does not end because just then her vision was blinded with a brilliant exotic golden light. 

You are given a chance to save the world, Player 5. Will you take it? 

                                            Yes                                             No 

Hi Angels, :D 💞

This one-shot is written for the Love at First Bite Contest Hosted by- WattpadZombies 

Prompt 3 -You've been bitten. You know it, and you're aware there isn't any cure. However, your significant other remains unaware of your situation. You must keep this a secret and guide them to a new, safe place before you transform completely. Time is quickly running out for your love story. 

Word Limit: 500-3000 

Word Count- 1589