A short story: Till Death Do Us Part
While Molli slept soundly next to the man of her dreams, the streets outside her one-bedroom apartment were swarming with the undead. Molli and her bedmate were oblivious to the zombie infestation taking place right outside the window. They had stumbled home in the middle of the night, unknowingly being stalked by the undead. Young lovers are so often oblivious to their surroundings.
A little before nine o’clock in the morning, Molli peeled open her red-rimmed eyes. She smiled when she saw the form of her future husband lying next to her. He looked so childlike and innocent when he was sleeping. Molli stayed perfectly still, not wanting to wake up the love of her life. She gazed at his chiseled features and rumpled hair, just bursting with adoration. Molli envisioned their wedding day, the beautiful white dress she’d wear, the pink roses, and the perfect white chocolate raspberry cake. The man next to her yawned and blinked his piercing green eyes a few times before he realized where he was.
“Oh!” he said when he saw Molli staring at him. “Um…hi.”
“Hi, you,” Molli cooed. “You looked so peaceful, sorry if I woke you.”
“That’s okay,” he said, sitting up. He pulled on his pants and looked around the room until he located his torn T-shirt with the Guinness logo on it, and then he looked at Molli. “I should get going.”
“Don’t you want breakfast? I make the best pancakes. And I have bacon!” She smiled, hoping that he’d stay for just a little longer.
“Nah. I’ve got stuff to do. Um, I’ll call you,” he said, heading toward the door.
“Wait! Let me give you my number.” Molli stumbled out of bed, and clumsily wrapped her pink floral sheet around her naked body. She followed the man into the living room, toward the front door.
What was his name again? Molli thought to herself. Was it Blake? Or Drake? I really need to lay off the vodka.
The man started reaching for the door, and Molli said, “Oh, there’s a pen! Let me just write down my number. It’ll just take a second. What are you doing next Saturday?”
“Um…I think I have plans.”
Molli reached for the pen on the small wooden desk that she had bought from Target six years prior, and she glanced out the window. She gasped when she saw the bloody shambling forms on the street. There was complete chaos outside her apartment, and Molli almost gagged when she glimpsed a bloody figure feasting on a human leg. She heard her front door creak open, and she spun around.
“WAIT! YOU CAN’T GO OUT THERE!” she yelled at her future husband.
The man rolled his eyes. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but you and I aren’t going to work. I had fun last night, but I have no interest in seeing you again. I’m sorry to have led you on, but I’m just not attracted to you.”
“You don’t understand, there are zomb…wait, did you say you’re not attracted to me?”
The man sneered at her. “Lady, if I didn’t have my beer goggles on last night, I wouldn’t have gotten within ten feet of you.”
Before Molli could retort, the man walked out of the apartment and slammed the door behind him. Molli felt tears prick her eyes. No one had ever treated her so rudely in her entire life. She let out a quick, embarrassed sob, and then she stomped to the front door and locked the deadbolt. For good measure, she pushed the Target desk in front of the door. Molli went to her window and peeked outside, waiting to see the man emerge on the street. She looked forward to watching him get torn apart by zombies.
The man walked down the three flights of stairs to the ground floor before he spotted one of the infected people. He looked at the woman covered in blood and thought it was way too early to be dressing up for Halloween. The bloody woman lunged at him, snapping her jaw and trying to scratch his face. The man shoved her so hard that she stumbled and fell on her backside. He flung open the front door of the building, more than ready to get away from the creepy apartment.
Forty sets of undead eyes turned toward the man as he stepped onto the sidewalk. Reacting on instinct, the man turned on his heel and caught the front door before it closed and locked behind him. The man bounded up the stairs, but the zombie right outside the door caught it before it closed, and the corpses started pouring into the building.
The man raced up to the third floor, back to the desperate woman’s apartment. He arrived at her door with the undead only steps behind him.
“Open up!” he yelled. “Please, let me in! Megan? Are you there? It’s Jake. Please, I need help!”
Just as he felt the first set of undead hands on his shoulders, he heard a small voice come from the other side of the door. “I’m sorry to have led you on, but I’m just not attracted to you.”