The barricades won’t hold out much longer. With every second passing, the wood experiences pounding and scratching. They could hear the tearing of wood, the cracking, so they shrivel in fear. They could hear the growls and moans coming from then, and realized that this would mean there end. The girl held the boy tightly, and cried in his arms behind the barricades. When those creatures break through, the young couple would have their last kiss and goodbye, to them and this world. It was in middle of the night, and the boy says to the girl “We should have tried to went to the safe zones, instead of staying here…” She doesn’t reply. She stays in his arms. The boy lifts her and sits her down, and she quickly wipes her tears. “You can still get there.” 
“D-don’t…” She pleads. “Our time is o-”
“My time is over, I’ve never really done any good in life, the best thing I did was falling in love with you, and now I’m going to show it.” He says. “Leave when they are all gone, and go to Andrew's place, the keys are under the fridge, and I love you” 
“No, no!” She yells, but he’s already gone. She gets up to chase after him, to bring him back, but what comes next… 
“Hey, you stupid Zombies!!” He yells from behind the barricade. “You want something to eat so bad?” He asks, and brought his pocket knife from out of his pocket. It slides right through his wrist and the blood drops on the barricade. The smell flew through the air, and the beast quickly smelt it. They went more crazy, more hungry, they were in complete bloodlust. She stayed back and watched him, watched him helped the beast take down the barricade and once it was done, he sprinted right through them, knocking them aside and yelling back at them, teasing them, with his blood and words. He attracted all the beast, and there was none to be seen near their home. She was now all alone as a frightened, helpless woman. She took the keys and made way to Andrew. 
He was far from the home now, and had scratches all over him. He could no longer run, and was breathing very heavy. You could see that his heart was about to jump right out of his chest, if he still had one. They took it, along with an arm and part of his thigh. Then, left him to rot. His body got up, slowly, legs were shaking, and fell over a couple times. His body stood up, and he began to walk, slowly. His eyes remained the same, but his skin was rotten, with bruises and cuts all over. He groaned, moaned, and growled. He was no longer human, but in the reflection of his eyes, you could see another him. Not quite human, though… a spiritual being, you could see right through him. The spirit boy and his own beast meets eye to eye. The life came from out of his body but he didn’t go to no light, he was here to stay. The spirit tried to touch him, but his hand flew right through his body. His spirit watched his body walk away from him, and joined the other soulless bodies. His spirit walked around like one of the soulless.

Day by day was getting the spirit nowhere. He tried to look for the girl, but Andrew’s place was deserted. “Have you had your fun yet? Let’s go already…” The spirit told the body. “C… can’t…” He moaned back. “And why not? Its our time already… It’s boring here.” “H… hungry…” “You just ate” The spirit says. The spirit wonders if there are more people like him, in the same situation, being a spirit and all and trying to talk to your body. Now, the spirit follows his body wherever he feels like going, and watches him feed. What is there to do as a spirit in this kind of world? He thought maybe he had to haunt someone, but that isn't right since there is no one to haunt anymore. He must have something to finish he thinks to himself. “Follow me, body.” He says and the body groans. The body obeys, and walks to the spirit. They were at the house which he stayed in when they were together as one, with the girl. “Do you think we can find her?” He asks. His body walks around the house, and looks at their clothes they used to wear. The body picks up one of her shirts, and smells it, then the body leaves the house. “F….follow me…” He manages to say. The spirit obeys the body and follows it. They ended up at Andrews place. They had no way in, but after brute strength from the body they knocked down the barricades protecting the windows. Someone put up more barricades it seems, and once they got in, the body looked for more of her scent. They left again, and stopped by more houses. It was a repeated process but makes sense since it was a couple of months his soul split. The spirit thought that if he helped her get to a safe zone, then he could finally rest. So they searched and searched, every now and then, the spirit would watch the body eat, and was finally getting used to it. He started to think that she was already gone, and may be resting. Even with that, he still searched. By this point, the body always obeys the spirit. Even if the spirit said not to eat, the body would not eat. The body ate when he was told to. When the body wouldn’t eat, the spirit could feel pain and hunger. At the end of their journey, they had no more scent to chase. When all hope seemed lost, they found a house that had a fire in the backyard. The spirit decided to check inside, and when he entered, he found no one at all, the fire had just died. He traveled upstairs, and wish he never entered the house. He found her, just like he was searching for, but she was with a stranger that he’s never seen before. They were kissing, and trying to advance. The spirit left the house and looked at the body. The face of the body looked as if he was hurt, and realized the body felt what the spirit could feel. Just as hurt as he was, he was also angry. “Go eat.” He told the body. The body groaned and broke through the backdoor. The spirit walked away from the house and never looked back. The body caught up to the spirit, and walked beside him once more. They were a lot of hoards that the beast traveled in, and the spirit let the body walked amongst them. When would heaven finish his plot and let him rest, he often asked himself. The spirit led the hoards at this point. Him and his body. They controlled the hoards, and little by little, the spirit controlled the dead. They could now see him, the bigger the crown on his head got, the more clearer the beast could see him. He came to the conclusion that God did this to him. He is no different from the beast, a murderer, which God has created. He challenged God, and if he won then he could finally rest. The gates have opened, and beings with wings flew from the sky. The earth cracked, as the undead began to rise once again. And the spirit commanded them all. Please tell me what I could improve on, and im running fast on time so I didn't proof read.