Because zombie AUs are my life okay. Now take my feels!
TW: swear words(minor)

You wouldn't be able to separate Jeremy Heere and Michael Mell. Not in a million years.

The apocolypse tried to do just that to them...did it succeed? Well that's what this story is about.

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"Okay, your house looks empty. We can get supplies and stay here for the night " Michael said, busting down the door to Jeremy's house.

"O-Okay." Jeremy mumbled, holding Michael's hand as they walked in.

He hadn't told Michael what happened, he didn't want him to know what had happened...he didn't want him to leave.

"Get the HELL off of me Rich!!" Jeremy yelled, kicking the short blonde boy off of him.

Jeremy didn't realize it at first but there was a rather large bite mark on his arm. He heard a gun shot and looked up to see Rich dead.

"Jeremy, get to camp. Get to Michael, and get out of here."

"Jake w-what?"

"Go please! I don't wanna have to shoot you too..." Jake was crying, and if he wasn't covered in his boyfriend's blood he would've looked like a small, crying child.

"W-Why would you-"

"Your arm...don't tell Michael, just go. Here's some bandages." Jake gave Jeremy the bandage wrap and Jeremy took it, running away as fast as possible.

He looked back and seen Jake holding Rich's body and crying. Jeremy sure hoped this didn't happen to him and Michael...

They walked into the house and looked around, the place was destroyed. The couch had holes as if somebody ate chunks out if it.

The wallpaper was rotted, and Jeremy could smell something disgusting from upstairs.

The two raided the kitchen and found some left over chicken, and a ton of Mountain Dew Red (courtesy of Michael buying it for Jeremy).

They took some knives as weapons and Michael found Jeremy's dad's hammer and grabbed it.

Before the two left, Jeremy really had to pee and the two had to head upstairs as that's where the bathroom was located.

While Jeremy was in the bathroom he heard strange noises outside.

When he got out he stared in pain as he watched Michael trying to fight off Mr. Heere, who must've been turned into a zombie a while before they showed up.

Jeremy ran over and kicked his dad off of Michael violently. That's when he seen Michael's arm was covered in bites.

"H-Holy shit..." Jeremy said and Michael looked up at him with pale eyes, that rich brown color drained away. "Michael..." Jeremy said, running over and hugging his boyfriend tightly.

"Jeremy...Jeremy you need to leave. He's gonna get up again.." Michael said and Jeremy looked at his arm.

"Michael...it doesn't matter if I escape or not."

"Y-Yes it does! You're g-gonna then into a zombie if you don't l-leave!" Michael was already starting to lose his glow. His skin was already a sickly color and it was starting to rot off.

"Michael I've been bitten already. Rich did it. Jake killed him and told me to get to you..." Jeremy said and Michael eyes widened as Jeremy took the bandage off. His arm was just rotting flesh at this point.

"Jeremy...Why didn't you tell me?"

"Jake told me not to say anything..." Jeremy mumbled and Michael brought him closer.

"Jeremy...I'm gonna die soon, you're gonna die soon...I...I really want you to know how much I love you...And...And..." Michael couldn't form the words he wanted as Jeremy kissed him.

They sat there and when they separated, Jeremy realized his lower lip(the entire thing) was bleeding, and then looked at Michael, who's mouth was covered in blood.

"I love you..." Michael whispered before he was completely dead.

If Jeremy had been with anybody else he would've tried to kill them or at the very least escape. But he was with Michael, and so he just lay there, head on Michael's heart, which was no longer beating.

"I love you too Micha..." Jeremy whispered, looking at his hands. They looked a bit greener than before and he knew he was dying...the only two zombies that could be happy after death would be these two.

So, did the apocolypse separate them? No. Nothing could, nobody could, not even an outbreak of the undead...