Francis was not always that biker-jerk with that stick stuck up his ass, he used to be much happier, much more loving, much more positive, when he met his girlfriend, “Felicia”. When Francis met her, time stopped for him, he knew he had to have her. When he finally did get his courage to speak with her, she could tell from his stuttering voice that he loved her. After a seemingly magical night together, they fell in love.
Months later, Francis decided to tie the knot. Unfortunately, when he called Felicia, there was a problem, Felis decided she needed some time alone, and she said she wanted to not be anyone’s girl. That ring Francis bought, he had it in his pocket for a week, but after deciding she will not love him as she had once before, He dropped the ring, and never felt love again.
Love is something Francis rarely feels, only for his “lucky vest” that seemed to have kept him from ending it all, as it was one with a picture of him and his girlfriend having fun.
Two months later, when the infection hit, and joined up with Bill, Zoey, and Louis, all Francis can feel was hate, for every zombie he decapitated, he felt a small amount of anger seem to go away.
Francis walked outside and stayed next to the safe-house door when the other survivors decided it was safe. He “borrowed” a cig from Bill, but before he could light it, he heard a familiar voice, could it be? No, it can’t be, did Francis hear the wailing of his ex-girlfriend? Francis walked back in, got an auto-shotty, and followed the source of that cry.
Francis walked closer and closer, the zombie in torn clothing looked very familiar. It got up, slowly turned her head, and muttered “Francis, I missed you.” Francis was shocked, as the one women he ever loved was standing in front of him, with elongated fingers and glowing yellow eyes. “You still love me, don’t you Francis? Do you forgive me?” Francis lowered his gun, and stepped toward her. “You hurt me those months ago,” replied Francis, “why should I forgive you? I was gonna ask for your hand in marriage.” “Francis,” she said sadly, “I was wrong, I still love you, but I’m changing in terrible ways, I just want you to end it for me.” “Fine, but Felis, before I end it, can I have just one last kiss?” The witch stepped towards Francis slowly, she pulled him toward a brick wall, and let him down slowly, she puckered her lips, and closed her eyes, Francis did the same. They enjoyed that tender, passionate kiss, he battle hardened lips against her mutated ones, their hearts beated in synchronization.
After that last kiss, Felis pulled up Francis’s gun and said those words forever etched into Francis’s mind, “Pull it, end me.” Francis hesitated for a moment or two, and he brought back the trigger, the last words, the words branded in his mind, he never slept without hearing those words again, “Goodbye Francis…”