Anniversary Pie

“It just made it to our one-year anniversary, dear. Isn’t that amazing?” 

“Mmm.”

“I said, don’t speak unless you have something good to say, remember?”

“...”

“Well then, be that way.” I grabbed Roman’s push handles of his wheelchair, bringing us to the kitchen. I pushed him up to the small round table in there and headed over to the fridge.

“What do you want today my love?”

“M-Mea. Car. Car.”

“Ugh, we don’t have any cars. Why do you keep asking for a car? You can’t eat a damn car!”

“Car…”

I strolled over to him and bent down. His head was hanging down, staring at the table. I lift his head up by his hair and give a soft kiss onto his cold forehead.

“We don’t have any cars, but what about a rabbit? I found a dead one in our backyard, surprisingly very intact. I could even make some soup or pie.”

“Die?”

“Yeah!” I nod, “Some pie! You want pie, don’t you?”

“Die…”

The sun began to set once the pie was ready. I grabbed out the china plates and cut two slices.

“Say ‘thank you, Carmen! You’re the best wife I could have ever asked for!’”

“Die.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed, “Yeah, yeah. He’s your stupid f***ing pie.” 

I grabbed a fork and got a decent piece of pie onto it.

“Open up,” I say, while slowly pushing the fork into his face. He smells it, then turns his head.

“N-no.”

My eye twitches, “No? NO? Don’t you kNOw how hard I worked for this?! For us?! Don’t you know how many people had to die for us to be together?! Do you know how many I killed?! More than ten!! And once I finally had you…it was…No. It wasn’t too late. You’re gonna eat this pie and you’re gonna LOVE it as much as I love you.”

“C-car…die.”

I grabbed his piece of the pie and shoved it into his mouth. He tries spitting it out, but I don’t let him. I shove my hands over his mouth until I see him swallow. He takes a big bite out of one of my hands afterwards.

“OH COME ON MAN! I’m starting to run out of fingers to do things.” I scream, then storm out of the room into the bathroom. My hand was bleeding badly. Why did this all have to happen? Why couldn’t he be immune to the virus? Why, when I finally had him where I wanted? We could have been so happy. We could have had a family. We could have made scrapbooks, gone on vacations, or just be together. But…that man- no, that zombie, isn’t the man I fell in love with. I worked so hard, just for it all to fall apart.

I take a step out of the bathroom to a surprise. Roman had crawled all the way from the kitchen to the bathroom door. I couldn’t help but to smile. I still loved him. I bent down and sat next to him.

“Happy anniversary dear.”

“Car-Carmen…”

“Yes?” He looks into my eyes. His eyes were filled with pure hate.

“Die.”