Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28298312-20160503154416

I Wanted to Kill Her

I finally have my chance I can kill her right now and no one would care, in fact I would be encouraged to kill her do to it being the end of the world and all, but I can’t. It almost seems as though something is holding me back, some force that is too powerful for me to resist. I can’t understand it, this was the day I was waiting for, this was the day that I can kill her…and yet I am unable to kill my wife.

We always had a bad relationship and never truly cared for each other. Our marriage was for the most part arranged. In hindsight I could have married anyone I wanted but my parents wanted me to marry someone with the same social standings as me do to us being quite wealthy, and Michelle seemed to fit the bill. She was a beautiful girl who was very smart and had the same social standing as we did. At first I thought that it wouldn’t be so bad but then almost as soon as we got married, the shit hit the fan. All we did was argue and yell at each other. Our personalities clashed all the time and each time we ended up just wishing the other would roll over and die. Once I even saw her having an affair. We hated each other and I know as much as she did that we both wanted to kill one another, but being more rational about the whole situation we decided to get a divorce. We had set a date but a few days before the papers could be signed the zombie apocalypse happened and now here we are, in a situation where only one can live …. and I can’t kill her.

Bang

The gun fired and bits and pieces of brain hit the wall. The women stood there looking down at the now dead zombie. Her former husband's rotting corpse now laying on ground. She did not know what to make of it. She was chased by zombies before this and most jumped on her, trying kill her and yet he didn’t. Why didn’t he try killing her? He’s just a rotting corpse nothing more but, then why did he stop? Why did he hesitate to kill her? She heard the sounds of more zombies coming from a distance, the gunshot leading them in like a moth to a flame. She then gathered up a few more supplies and ran back to the base camp. On the way back she thought that it was kind of strange that she had not only seen he husband again but had to kill him for the second time.  