Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

The rooftop was cracked.

The railing half-gone.

The wind howled loud enough to carry screams.

But they stood together anyway.

"Edge of the quarantine zone," Milo said, peering over the side.

Below them: a hundred-foot drop.

Farther out: a no-man's land of ash, collapsed buildings, and the husks of abandoned convoys.

The map said this was the edge of known survival.

Beyond it?

No one knew.

Maybe a safe zone.

Maybe a death trap.

Maybe nothing.

Tess tightened the straps on her pack. "If we jump, we die."

Milo smirked. "Wasn't planning on jumping."

"Good."

"…But I've been thinking about what comes next."

They were on the 17th floor of a ruined broadcast tower. The climb had nearly killed them—especially with the infected scaling the stairwell behind them.

They'd fought their way up, bleeding and breathless.

Now they stood in the last safe place.

And it wasn't safe for long.

"Do you trust me?" Milo asked.

Tess turned to him. "With what?"

"Everything."

Her breath hitched.

Then: "Yeah. Stupidly."

He pointed to a wire cable stretched between the broadcast tower and a construction crane across the street.

"It's strong. That way's our only shot to cross into the northern district."

"That wire won't hold us both," Tess said.

"Not at once."

Milo handed her a harness.

"You first."

She stared at it.

Then at the drop.

"I've never walked a wire in my life."

"Then it's a good day to learn."

As she clipped herself in, she whispered, "We could wait."

"For what?" Milo asked.

"Something easier."

He looked her dead in the eye.

"There's no 'easy' left. Just 'together.'"

She crossed first.

Slowly. Step by trembling step.

Wind clawed at her sleeves. Below, the city groaned like it was remembering pain.

Halfway across, the cable jerked.

She almost slipped.

But she didn't fall.

And when she reached the other side, she didn't scream or cry.

She just turned, planted her feet, and shouted—

"Your turn!"

Milo followed.

The wire sagged slightly under his weight. A rivet snapped loose somewhere in the distance.

But Tess held the guide rope tight. Her hands bleeding, arms shaking.

And when he reached her, she fell into him like they hadn't just cheated death.

They stood together, breathless, hearts pounding.

The city stretched before them like a battlefield made of ghosts.

But they were on the other side.

Together.

Still.

Later that night, huddled inside the crane's operator booth, Tess whispered, "That wasn't bravery."

"No?" Milo asked.

"That was madness."

He smiled. "What's the difference?"

She kissed his temple.

"You."

Because sometimes, love isn't found in comfort—

but in terror,

risk,

and the willingness to step into the void…

together.

Even when the world falls away.

Especially then.