You sighed and turned to the side of your bed. You saw someone there, half asleep staring at you. A soft smile formed on their lips as they got closer to you. The water bed you were on moved and you chuckled. The person next to you was your friend for 2 years, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He moved some (H/C) locks from your (E/C) eyes as you did the same to his. He held your fluffy cheek in his hand. “Good morning~” you chuckled and poked his cheek. He wrapped his arm around your plumb waist and brought you in close. You blushed and settled into his warmth. “Guten Morgen, liebe (good morning, love)” he smiled giving you a kiss on the forehead.
It had been a year since the ‘It’ had struck the world. The Pandemic spread from Gilbert’s home, Germany all the way to (your country). He had protected you and you had his back. You have been ‘together’ for two months now, even if you didn’t believe it could happen but it did. You were the leaders of a group of survivors. Everyone questioned why you were a leader; you weren’t athletic and didn’t look like you could protect anyone. They were wrong. You were good with guns and melee weapons and would so anything to protect someone you cared about.
“____________! Gilbert! They are approaching!” your brother ran inside the room informing you guys. You both got out of the bed quickly and got your weapons. Gilbert got his machete and shot gun. You grabbed your riffle with a scope. You ran to the stairs, Gilbert grabbed your arm and pulled you in for a kiss. You returned it and nodded, heading up the stairs. He ran down the stairs and started a battle plan with our brother and the rest of the male survivors. Woman and children followed you to the attic. It was the basic plan that Gilbert had come up with. He would lead in the group of men to fight and if anything happened you were the one to protect the people left alive.
You pulled up the ladder and closed it off one everyone was inside. Quickly you headed to the window and set up your rifle. ‘Oh my god… that’s a giant hoard…’ you thought as you saw a bunch of walking corpses approach your area. “________, do you read me?” Gilbert asked through the walkie talkie. “Yes, Gilbert. We have a hoard” you informed. “Alright, cover me!” he said and ran out with the rest of the guys. You started to shoot the ones nearing the gates as the guys went off to exit to kill from the back.
After a while, half the hoard down; you looked around trying to find Gilbert. You looked through your scope everywhere. “Gilbert!!” You shrieked as you saw him surrounded. You stared to shoot, hitting every head you found close to him. “Gilbert! Damn it Gilbert” you cursed as ran out of bullets. Your eyes widened and you looked around for more. You grabbed them put of a pouch nearby and started to load. You finally loaded but when you looked back, Gilbert had already been grabbed by a few zombies. They started to devour him right then and there. “Gilbert!!!!!” You cried out and kept shooting at the things. You ran down stairs as quick as you could, taking a shovel and knives from the closets near the exit.
You ran out and to the field; only a few zombies were left. You shot them as you ran, not even bothering if you had enough bullets or not. When you ran out of bullets you started to knife their heads. Until, you finally made it to Gilbert.
“Gilbert!” you shouted when you stood next to him. He was lying on the floor. His stomach open, guts ripped out from his opening. You covered your mouth and gasped. You stared at his arms and legs; ripped and bit open. You fell on your knees; your hands shook as you reached out for him. You slowly picked his head up resting it on your thick lap.
“_______...” he whispered. “Gilbert” you cried softly. He held your hand as best as he could since his nerves and muscles had been eaten out. “Ich liebe dich…(I love you)” he said faintly with a smile and his hand slipped from yours. “I love you too… Gilbert!” You cried and held him close for a while.
You set him down and started to dig a hole. Once it was deep enough you turned to his body. You closed his eyes and covered his smile. You put his body in there.
All the others walked over and stared at you. You stabbed a knife into his forehead just in case and started to bury him. You stared at him through the blur of your tears. Everyone stayed silent, bowing their heads as you threw the last of the dirt over the whole. You took his shot gun and machete, sliding them into the openings of your carrying pack.
You fell on your knees and continued to cry. You brother knelt next to you and put a hand over your shoulder. “Bro… he’s d-dead…” you cried and hugged him. He petted your back as you cried more into his shoulder. “It’ll be alright… he wanted you to live on even if he died… so do that for him” he said. “_______?” he shook you a bit. _______?” he asked. You just stared blankly into his clothes.