Field of Corpses

No One's P.O.V.

Christian stared off as she walked away. The only thing he truly had cared for... Even if she was literally a living, rotting corpse.

He made it look like he was walking away from her too, trying to stand his ground, but once he knew she wasn't going to look back, he watched her. The beautiful zombie of his dreams, who had literally saved his life was leaving him to be alone in a country full of living dead things.

She was right though. He did have a helicopter, and he didn't have to stay. Yet, she was also right when she said she couldn't go with. Christian felt another tear fall as he stared at nothingness, hoping to see her come back... for some reason. He wanted to get out, but now that his future wouldn't be spent with her, he didn't feel like leaving.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared down the way for the last time. His head slowly turned away, only to instantly fixate on the pile of guts and unwanted parts of his ex-fiance. Christian partially felt like he could finally move on from the scars she burnt into his heart and life, yet he also felt betrayed by Gloria. He knew Gloria was going to end up realizing she wanted to be dead, so why did she need to kill of his last chance of not dying? Yes, she was an ex for reasons, and he couldn't see himself with her, but the fact that she had come to save him would have been a good thing. Especially now that he was left with no one, and no idea how to leave.

It pissed him off, but he still couldn't get over the hurt of how she could do it to him. It was such a selfish move of her, making it to where Christian couldn't be with anyone unless it was her, yet she was leaving him. Confused, Christian tried to turn away from the sight of what was left of his ex and went for the helicopter.

Billie followed behind, knowing Christian was about to go somewhere. Christian wasn't dead enough to have the connection with his dead animal mentally, but the dog knew things had just gotten worse. As they slowly approached the helicopter, they were welcomed with another gorey mess. A trail of blood down the side made it obvious a zombie had ripped off the door and dragged out the driver. Nothing was left to prove there was even a body, but the fact that it was gone was enough for Christian to know.

It sent a shiver down his arms and back, because he still hated the thought of what he was turning into if he didn't find something to keep him living each day. He ignored the blood and sat in the seat of the copter, lifting Billie on his lap with him.

Christian stared at all the levers and buttons on the helicopter, not sure if he could do it. Nervously, he ghosted his hand over what he thought would start the copter. After minutes of fiddling around with everything, he finally got the copter spinning. Christian didn't think he would ever get the hang of it, but after minutes of flying through the air, he was able to maneuver around okay.

His dog wasn't enjoying it too much, but flying a helicopter over the cities would be a sure way of finding someone he needed to. Desperately, he looked for three men he might have recognized... or a beautiful broken down body down on the streets.

Just like everything that had happened, it was only going to get worse. Christian wouldn't know it, but the pain he felt from all of this would intensify. Aftermath was bound to come, and either way, it was the cause of Christian and Gloria and their rotting love.

Before Christian could even spot something other than a rotten body, he was suddenly thrown back into his seat, screaming in agonizing pain. Never in his entire life, or partial death, had he ever felt such pain. In his chest, he felt a pit of fire burning through, along with a feeling of constant tearing skin. How he was surviving it, he didn't know, but it felt as if it were trying to pierce into his barely-beating heart.

Back to No-One's POV

"Why is there no blood coming out?" The loudest out of the friends asked.

"What do you mean?" The shortest asked, looking up from his pipe.

"Didn't you hear the gun shot?"

"Yea..." He said, waiting for more.

"Todd get another one?" The last man asked, walking into the room.

The first guy started laughing, "It's a young lookin' girl this time."

They all got up to crowd around the window to see what their friend was talking about. He was right though; it looked like their next door neighbor shot a teenage girl, right in front of their house. It almost disturbed them, seeing the dead body on the road like that... She looked like she wasn't a zombie before Todd shot her.

"Do you think...?" One of them went to ask, trailing off, hoping he wouldn't have to finish for them to get what he meant.

"What? That she's not really dead?" Their loud friend asked, chuckling. "Zombies crack me up, with their stupidity in all."

"No," The short man corrected. "She looks like she... you know..."

"Wasn't dead before..."

Then they all got cold chills. Instead of getting concerned over a human being, who would have been eaten alive anyway, they walked away and tried to ignore it like all the other deaths around there. They couldn't change anything, and they couldn't escape.

It'd been months since they had any contact with anyone else besides their crazy next door neighbor, Todd. It was almost like they were slowly giving up on getting out alive, back to their wives and kids... all the way in another country.

The shorter man with black hair lingered by the window, overlooking the poor girl who had just been shot. A pool of blood should have been around her, and he didn't want to see it. He just had his back to it, feeling guilty that he just witnessed some teenage girl, still living, get murdered because she was mistaken for a zombie. She reminded him of all the kids he saw looking up to him every night for almost years at a time. She could have been a fan for all he knew.

He stared down at the floor the entire time, and no one seemed to notice. Everyone was always in their own little world now, buried 6 feet in their own problems. So was he, but he missed when they were all able to stop and notice each other. The man next door, overloaded with guns and ammo wasn't exactly an ideal person to confide in, either. Now, all he could do was think to himself about how miserable the situation was, and how miserable it was making him.

He knew he was never going to see his wife again. He could never hold her body in his arms, and he could never gaze into her eyes again... looking at her sweet face. The woman he loved most was far away with his beautiful kids in another country, probably too worried about him and their friends to do anything...

It killed him to know he was never going to get out of this... alive. There was no way to tell his family how he felt, and actually have the feelings and emotion come across. Not anymore... The only family he had was the two men trying to survive with him... on nothing but stolen food and enough marijuana to smoke-out the entire city of Oakland.

Things were getting too risky, and his insomnia had never been worse. To get food, they had to go unseen, or undetected by any zombies around. The store was getting low, and the car didn't have much gas. They had to walk now... The fear of one following them home, stalking them outside their window, possibly getting in... He didn't wanna think about it. He stayed up all night, smoking cigarettes and joints, playing his guitar while he stared off into space. He was already turning into nothing.

Sadly, suicide poked it's head into his mind every now and then. He didn't like it, but the thought of the rest of his life being like this, without all the people he loved most was already killing him it. It was already how is was ending up to be.

Ten more minutes went by, and he finally looked out the window one last time, sighing as he saw the girl's dead body on the road, then turned back around to sit on the chair across the way. Getting stoned would help him out at least a little, and he could always space out, staring at the sky; the only good part about California now- the sunset.

He felt his body sink into the chair when the high set in. It felt good, and it cleared his mind of bad thoughts. He couldn't help but have a little smirk on his face when he saw the sun was setting. It was the most beautiful time of day, and when he looked at it, it only made him feel happy. California had always meant something to him, and being able to forget it was now covered in disgusting, filthy zombies was always a good thing for him.

He blew out a cloud of smoke and he watched it linger in the space between him and the window. Slowly, he let his eyes close...

"Billie!" He suddenly heard someone yelling. He jumped up, trying to hear where it came from, but once he glanced out the window, he knew something was wrong.