Harry Imagines

Bitten (kinda long)

"I'm not sure about this Harry." You spoke in a frightened tone.

"You'll be fine." He cocked his shotgun gun and handed it to you leaving him with only a pistol and six bullets. "When I open the door, close your eyes, run, and shoot." He said sternly.

"But what if I shoot yo-

"What happens, happens, and" he paused. He looked at me with a longing look in his eyes like he needed me, like he wanted me. He pushed me up against the wall and grinded his hips into mine and kissed me deeply. "I'll see you at the end." He smirked and winked, before I could speak, he had kicked the door open and began running.  

  Shots fired, blood splashing everywhere, screams, and moans filled the empty area that used to be a grocery store.

"I knew you'd make it." He said grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly. You felt this warm liquid when he laced his fingers in yours. "Harry w-What is this?"

  Looking down you both see blood running down Harry's arm coming from his bicep. You let go of his hand And grabbed the bottom of his shirt peeling it off of him gently. "(Y/N) I probably just hit it on something, d-don't worry about it!" He spoke sternly and ripped his arm away from you. You knew what it was, and he did to.

Harry had got bitten.

"Harry, babe, could you justly let me look at it please?" Walking over to him you began to look at his horrible wound. "(Y/N) I promise you it'll be fine it's just a scrat-

"No Harry it isn't just a fucking scratch! I lost my mother my father my hole family to this, this, these things and you just expect me to sit around and wait for you to turn into one of them and me have to shoot you. Well guess what I'm not gonna do that and if you think I am then your crazy. Your all I have left." You were outraged, on the bridge to tears.

  "I-I'm sorry." he spoke and walked off.

It had been the course of three days. Harry has been going threw symptoms.

1. Paler skin. He began to lighten up. Getting brighter. He wasn't his regularly tan, he was white. I mean ghost white.

2. Vieny eyes and skin. He developed these green and purple, even black veins that ran up and down is arms, across his forhead, from his pupils reaching into the back off his eyes.

3. Loss of appetite. Not one thing. He hasn't eaten one thing in three days.

last but not least.

4. Personality changes. He walked around like a empty coke bottle. Full of air, but no substance. His mood had completely changed. He just sat around and stared.

"Harry?" You called from the back of the shopping center.

No answer.

"Hey (Y/N)" he spoke with emptiness. Nothing there but a raspy voice. You ran up to him engulfing him into a hug. "Please Harry, you can get through thi- "No (Y/N), there's nothing to get threw I'm fine."

  His grip began to tighten on you. He began to cry.

"(Y/N) I just want to let you know- th- th-at I lo-" His voice turned into deep grunts and moans. He pushed you on the ground and plunged his self on you scratching at your arms and face. He was trying his best you bite you, to feed, but you were holding him back with all you had.

  You stared up at his face, but he wasn't staring back. It was this thing it had taken him over. He was gone. His eyes were pure white with a dark ring around them, his teeth yellow and black they had rotted so quickly, his skin was pale and had pieces falling off with every move he made. Harry was gone.

  You pushed him off you and kicked him trying your best to escape. You ran as fast as you could, bit he was quicker. Looking behind your shoulder every second you didn't realize there was a piece of wood with a couple nails sticking out of it. You pushed your foot onto it and yelped out in pain.
the thing was getting closer. Going to your last resort you peeled the gun out your utility belt and shot him. Right in the head.

  " I love you too Harry, I love you too." You sobbed as you walked away limping from the only person you had left.

Now you were really alone.

Harry knew he really wasn't fine at all.

A/N: I watched the walking dead a while ago so I'm kinda pumped about the whole zombie stuff...I hope you like it and sorry if you don't!
-Morgan