Ed let out a choked cough, his chest heaving for a breath, which was ragged and wheezy. The creature bit down harder, blood spraying across Ed's chest and the creatures face. He coughed up blood and grunted, his eyes shakily making their way up to the blurry figure of Roy, who was running towards him. He felt the creature raise its head, Ed's neck moving with it as the blood seeped down his side, more choked noises spilling out of Ed's mouth. The predator had become the prey, and Ed was defenseless against the mighty being, his eyes dulling to an ugly, dirtied yellow.

Roy knelt down and pulled his gun out, shooting the creature in the head once, and then two more times, before he grabbed the knife out of Ed's limp hand and stabbed it in the chest, and then slid it up to its throat, pushing deeper. "You BASTARD!" He screeched, shoving it in fully before he twisted the blade, slicing through the muscle with ease. He then did the same for the creature below Ed, and then quickly turned his attention to the broken alchemist, his hands uncontrollably shaking. "It's okay, we're going to get you out of here." Roy breathed, scooping Ed up into his bloodied hands. When he attempts to raise him, he lets out a muffled grunt, the weight on his wounds excruciatingly painful. He moved again, and let out a yell this time, his knees faltering.

Ed could only watch as the person he loved most struggled to their feet, the problem being himself. Everything was blurred, and when Roy tried to speak to him, he couldn't understand what he was saying. He let out a gurgled noise, and felt his eyes begin to flutter closed, coughing.

"Dammit Ed, stay with me," He hissed, biting his tongue as he hoisted himself up, letting out a withheld scream. He didn't want to alarm Ed in his state, and began towards the door, opening it with his elbow.

He trudged out towards the small crack of light on the other side of the building, Roy quickly becoming fatigued. When he was nearly at the exit, a noise turned his attention away from the exit, and back into the darkness. When he concentrated harder, he realized it to be hundreds of feet thudding against the pavement at once. He gasped and quickly crouched out of the building with Ed, wincing at every movement he made. When he was free, he began to run as fast as his legs would let him, his earlier wound beginning to bother him. "Not now, dammit." Roy hissed, glancing behind him to see white and red figures emerge from the black abyss. "Shit."

He arrived at the base within no time, despite his many injuries, the wounded Ed limp in his grasp. However, when they barged into the office, Roy ran to the window to inspect the field of Central. They were coming. "They've never been this bold before," Roy hissed, setting Ed down on the couch while he went to go deadbolt the office door. Once it was tight and secure, he ran back over to Ed, moving his hands towards the neck wound, and then pausing, his hands shaking. What was he supposed to do?

Ed opened an eye and smiled weakly at Roy, coughing up more blood. "Don't..act so worried..it's..not that bad.." Ed croaked, more blood spilling out of his mouth while he tried to reassure Roy.

"Keep your mouth shut, idiot." Roy hissed, moving to find peroxide and bandages. He then quickly began to work, keeping an eye on the window as he watched the undead advance. He kept quiet about it however, not wanting to alarm Ed at the moment. He would lose more blood if his heart rate spiked.

Roy applied the liquid to the grotesque bite wound, watching it as it sizzled. "I'm sorry.." he murmured, his eyes closing tight when he heard Ed scream. He quickly reopened them however, continuing his work. After he had cleaned it, he wrapped it, noticing the gash in Ed's leg. He disinfected and wrapped his leg afterwards, before attending to his own arms, throwing the peroxide onto the bloodied mess. He held down a scream, his tongue practically bleeding as he bit down on it to suppress the pain. He then tore the rest of the tattered remains of his sleeves to the side, and wrapped his arms as best he could.

Once he was done, he heard a bang on the office door, his head jolting up to stare at it, cringing when it creaked again. "Dammit.." Roy mumbled, his eyes trailing off to meet Ed's dull eyes.

He was surprised by what he saw. Instead of determination and the will to fight, he saw defeat, and sadness. Roy knew what he was thinking, and he couldn't deny that he was thinking the same thing.

They both knew they weren't coming out of this alive.

The sound of windows breaking and doors being broken down drowned out both of their ears. It wasn't until Ed spoke again that Roy snapped back to reality.

"Will you sing?"

Roy furrowed his eyebrows, moving up onto the couch, where he placed Ed on-top of his lap. "Sing?"

Ed nodded. "Yeah. You sang for me last night. I…like your voice. It's calming.."

Roy felt something warm well up in his throat, but he swallowed it. He needed to keep his composure. "Of course."

He positioned Ed so that he could more comfortable in Roy's lap, and brought a shaky hand to stroke the golden hair softly, his mouth opening as he began to quietly sing the lyrics to the song of last night. He did his best not to let his voice waver, letting Ed know that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Ed lifted himself slightly and buried his face into Roy's warm chest, soaking up every last moment that he could. He slammed his eyes shut and took in the strokes, savoring every last one. The vibrations from Roy's chest soothed Ed, and he let his cheek rest against it, feeling the fear and the pain ebb away slowly. Roy was the only thing that could comfort Ed at this point. Strong, fearless Roy.

Roy continued to stroke the golden hair, letting the soft lyrics surround Ed. He needed to be strong for the one he loved the most. It wasn't too much longer before the door gave, and the undead began to pour in. Roy stopped his singing, and lifted Ed's head as gently as he could, giving him the one, true, smile of his life. "It's going to be okay." Roy assured Ed. "I'll always be by your side."

Ed's eyes met with Roy's, and he returned the smile, nodding. He knew Roy would keep him safe. "I know."

Roy wanted the undead soldiers to take Ed first. At a first glance, it sounded selfish. But Roy wanted the last thing that Ed saw to be something happy. He wanted him to see him alive and smiling, not dead and eaten. He had always promised Ed that he would be by his side, and he wasn't going to abandon his promise now. He would always be with Ed; and Ed would never be alone, until his last dying breath.

"I told you, whatever happened we were going to be together." Roy breathed, his words quickening as the undead neared the two. "And we are."

Ed's eyes began to brim with tears, a sad smile stretching from end to end. "You always were true to your words…weren't you?" Ed laughed, the tears falling down the side of Ed's face. "I guess this means I'll see you on the other side..or whatever the hell they call it.." Ed rasped, a grin now replacing the smile as he felt a hand reach and grab his arm.

"I love you."

Roy had to keep the smile firm on his face, despite the need to curl up in Ed's hold and sob. He watched as the undead began to grab at Ed, and loosened his hold, giving him a final kiss on the lips. "I love you too."

He watched as his Ed was carried away, taken away from him, and ended.

Roy couldn't look away; he had a promise to keep. The last eye contact he held with Ed was one of him smiling.

Ed was gone.

And as soon as he was, Roy's face twisted up with grief, and he began to sob, the bloodied mess on the floor unmoving as the undead advanced towards him, grabbing his arms and shirt. He let them take him without a struggle, knowing the sooner they ate, the sooner he would be rejoined with Ed.

Six months, and thirty three days, they had survived.

The situation in itself was a win-win.

The two soldiers were able to finally live their life together, like they had always wanted.

And the undead got their dinner.

((And that's a wrap! Hope you guys enjoyed it, I had tons of fun writing it!))