The first day of the apocalypse she ran into him, he saved her in every way a person could be saved. He kept her ALIVE and for that there were no words she could give him. No amount of thank you’s. It was them verses the world and she was okay with that, she could handle it. As long as he was there beside her, she could be Atlas with the world on her shoulders. They were unstoppable, people who knew their time was close to being up but they didn’t care. Murphy called them the wonder twins, and she used to laugh it off. Now she’d give anything to hear his sarcastic voice. To feel Warren’s maternal gaze, or Ten-K’s confused look. She was alone in the dark, and it scared her so much. She hated being alone, it stunted her; turned her back into being a child. Yet she was FIGHTING, scared and alone but fighting. The hope of finding Mack, of finding her group of talking to Citizen Z again kept her going. She’d find people, she’d find her home again. Her real one, the one you didn’t find in a fool’s paradise, the one she’d lost since she met the Sister’s of Mercy. Mack was right, he’d always been right and she was so tired of fighting that she’d accepted Helen’s offer without thinking twice. The redhead had no idea how far she’d been walking, it’d been days though. Seeing a motorcycle parked on the side of the road gave her hope, gave her flashbacks of before everything went down. Her toned arms wrapped around Mack’s waist as the world flew by them; it would’ve been perfect under different circumstances. She never felt anywhere safer. Apprehensively she’d moved towards it, with every footsteps memories flooded her vision. Whacker in hand, she noticed the blood, noticed that it was indeed his motorcycle. She could tell, she’d know it anywhere. For once Addy’s fear turned to rage, she was going to kill whatever went after him. Following the faint trail of blood she carved her path with the z’s that straggled along. Her grief turning to anger, fueling her to find him. Dead or alive she needed to know. She needed to see him one last time. However, that sight came with a price. He was hunched over, a corpse beneath him. “No...” Addy’s hand covered her mouth, as she backed away slowly. Her whacker fell with a clank, and it drew the zombie’s attention. When their eyes met, whatever strength Addy had in decimating the others left. It was him, and he was gone. She was alone. Addison had always been the strong one, she rarely cried but now she couldn’t fight the tears that streamed down her face in shock and guilt. She couldn’t help but think that if she’d stayed with them, he’d be alive. It was supposed to be them versus the world and now that was gone. He was nothing more than a zombie. “M-Mack, I should’ve listened to you,” She fell to her knees, ready for the end. All she had was gone, if he was... Why wouldn’t the rest be dead? There was no chance for anything, her hope was gone. Crushed by one person being turned. “I love you,” She barely makes out the whimper as she gazes at him one last time as she closes her eyes. She’s not going to fight this anymore, she’s ready to die. Rather being with him as a z than alone again. The pain will be worth it.
