By J.T. Morse
I knew what he’d become. But I didn’t care. To me, he was still Nick deep down. My Nick.
Crossing the trench into the Z-zone was tough. But I did it. For him anyway.
Fighting off the ravenous creatures, for days, sucked. But I had to reach him. To find my soulmate.
Seeing his rotting flesh and the carcass he’d become broke my heart. But I’d come this far. I couldn’t back out now.
Letting him sink his jagged teeth into my arm took guts that I didn’t know I possessed. But for him, my Nick, I did it anyway.
J.T. Morse writes to “explore the mysterious and empathetic connection to fellow humans.”