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I laid there for the last time in Frank's arms.
I was bleeding so bad that I knew I would die, or at least that's what I hoped.
I'd rather bleed to death than become one of those dame zombies.
With Frank's hand around my neck he gently turned my head so he could see how bad the bite was.
Frank: Fuck. He mumbled under his breath.
It's bad, isn't it? I asked, even though I already knew how bad it was, considering I had blood all down my neck and soaking through my shirt.
He didn't answer, instead he had his head down so he could hide his eyes.
I knew I should be in tears, but really there was no point of crying.
Either way I was gonna die.
But I'd rather die by bleeding to death and not as a zombie with a bullet through my head.
Frank. I said as I tried to sit up, but without Frank's help it would have been impossible.
Siting me up I rested my head on his shoulder.
Frank. I said breathing heavily.
Yeah. He said as he wipped the sweat off my forehead.
I need you to make me a promise.
Sure, whatever you want. He said with a panicked look in his eyes.
Promise me that I won't become one of them.
How? He said desperate for an answer.
By pulling the trigger.
If I'm dead...
Frank: No! Don't say that! He said before I could finish my sentence.
If I lose you, I'll have lost everything Callie! He said while he clutched me to his chest.
Frank: I don't think I have the guts.
Frank: I just can't, I love you Callie.
Y..you have to. I said with a stutter.
Frank: Fine. I don't know how much longer you have, but I'd rather spend it this way.
Leaning in he gently kissed me.
It was the last kiss I'd ever have.
The last kiss we'd ever have...together.
Pulling away I felt something in my stomach.
Frank: Are you okay?
N..no!!! I screamed as I turned away and puked up blood.
Blood that covered the tile floor of the mall.
On my knees and clutching my stomach, I felt Frank's hand on my back.
Giving me a hand he helped me up and onto one of the beds.
I laid there as I threw up repeatedly, I was losing blood fast.
There was no other way I'd spend my last moments.
So turning over, and without even looking at his face I buried myself in his chest.
Now that my face was hidden I began to cry.
As I did I felt Frank's arms tighten around me.
I was bleeding so bad that I knew I would die, or at least that's what I hoped.
I'd rather bleed to death than become one of those dame zombies.
With Frank's hand around my neck he gently turned my head so he could see how bad the bite was.
Frank: Fuck. He mumbled under his breath.
It's bad, isn't it? I asked, even though I already knew how bad it was, considering I had blood all down my neck and soaking through my shirt.
He didn't answer, instead he had his head down so he could hide his eyes.
I knew I should be in tears, but really there was no point of crying.
Either way I was gonna die.
But I'd rather die by bleeding to death and not as a zombie with a bullet through my head.
Frank. I said as I tried to sit up, but without Frank's help it would have been impossible.
Siting me up I rested my head on his shoulder.
Frank. I said breathing heavily.
Yeah. He said as he wipped the sweat off my forehead.
I need you to make me a promise.
Sure, whatever you want. He said with a panicked look in his eyes.
Promise me that I won't become one of them.
How? He said desperate for an answer.
By pulling the trigger.
If I'm dead...
Frank: No! Don't say that! He said before I could finish my sentence.
If I lose you, I'll have lost everything Callie! He said while he clutched me to his chest.
Frank: I don't think I have the guts.
Frank: I just can't, I love you Callie.
Y..you have to. I said with a stutter.
Frank: Fine. I don't know how much longer you have, but I'd rather spend it this way.
Leaning in he gently kissed me.
It was the last kiss I'd ever have.
The last kiss we'd ever have...together.
Pulling away I felt something in my stomach.
Frank: Are you okay?
N..no!!! I screamed as I turned away and puked up blood.
Blood that covered the tile floor of the mall.
On my knees and clutching my stomach, I felt Frank's hand on my back.
Giving me a hand he helped me up and onto one of the beds.
I laid there as I threw up repeatedly, I was losing blood fast.
There was no other way I'd spend my last moments.
So turning over, and without even looking at his face I buried myself in his chest.
Now that my face was hidden I began to cry.
As I did I felt Frank's arms tighten around me.
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