022. This isn't a love story

This isn’t a love story, although it starts that way.

Ted and Sarah had met at a friend’s fancy dress party. She came as a piece of toast – he was a jar of jam. And it wasn’t just their costumes that complemented each other. He hated the top of asparagus spears, and they were her favourite. She owned the first two Godfather films, he had the third. He liked to wash up, she liked to dry. They both loved cats, both hated frogs, and when he reached for her hand it fitted perfectly in his. They were made for each other.

He thought about all that when he was tearing off her nose and chewing her ear. He even considered not eating her – for old time’s sake. But since he’d been turned by a homeless man in the alley behind their house, he didn’t seem to have much willpower.

The newspapers – what was left of them – were calling it the end of the world, but he didn’t see it that way. Sure, things were going to change, but there was no need for him to panic. He was on the right side – the side that was going to win.