Shelia's eyes were no longer blue, but were a glorious shade of blood red. They still glowed with the same light when she looked at me. It was still love. I knew the first time she bit me that not even death had changed how we felt about one another.
The night air was invigorating. I smelled heavily of the sweet scent of the dying all around us. Friends and neighbors shuffled through the streets together. I'd lost a leg last night, but Shelia had duct taped it back. It was on a little crooked, causing me to hobble a little as we walked. But it was okay. We didn't move very fast anymore. Not even the scent of a fresh meal running in the other direction could entice us to a slow jog.
Everything had faded away; as long as we kept walking and stayed together, nothing else mattered. As long as she held my hand, life was perfect. And soon, when we lost the rest of our fingers, we could hook arms instead. I hoped when we fell apart completely that we were touching somehow. I didn't want to spend an unmoving eternity not able to feel her close by.
Shelia smiled at me, another tooth slipping from her mouth and onto the moonlit pavement. Her glowing red eyes shimmered; there was nothing more beautiful then the glow of love in her eyes- well, in her eye now. Her other eyeball rolled down the asphalt and away as we kept walking, hand in hand.