A/N: Last chapter! But if you want to find out what happens next because there still several plot points left unanswered, make sure to check out 'Always had a Feeling!'

Grace: I am sure no actual high school would ever allow that, but hey this is fan fiction.

As always, read and review, enjoy the chapter and hope you liked this story!

They ended up at the beach.

Zed was beyond exhausted, but he hadn't spent time with Addison (alone) in so long. He'd lost track of the days but knew it was close to—or more than—a month. The point stood: he'd rather take a midnight stroll on the beach with her then catch up on sleep.

It was a long walk from the hotel to the closest beach, especially considering they took a few wrong turns here and there. Once they got to the beach, they took off their shoes and stuffed their socks inside, then walked onto the sand.

They walked hand in hand along the beach, walking through the water and the moist sand. Addison was on the side closer to the water, but the wet sand felt weird and oddly satisfying through his toes and on his heels.

"I've missed you," he told her. "Like, a lot. I'm glad we're doing this."

Addison nodded along. "Me too," she agreed. "I brought drinks and snacks from the mini fridge in the hotel and the concession stand at the stadium. And a blanket, so we can have a makeshift midnight picnic."

Zed smiled at her. "You're always thinking ahead, aren't you."

Addison just smiled and shrugged sheepishly. "I know you're really tired, so I appreciate you still coming along instead of rescheduling."

Zed tilted his head down and kissed the side of her head. "I told you I missed you," he said. "I mean it. I feel like it's been forever since we've had 'Zeddison time'."

"Zeddison time?" Addison asked with a raised eyebrow and a slight laugh.

Zed nodded. "Yes, Zoey and all our friends started referring to us as 'Zeddison'."

"I like the sound of that," Addison stated. "Zeddison, has a nice ring to it."

Zed smiled and nodded with her. They walked in silence for a few minutes, the ocean as background noise and just enjoying each other's presence.

After an adequate six and a half minutes of silence, Addison asked, "Hey Zed?"

"Yes Gorgeous."

"What're you afraid of?" Addison asked curiously.

"Lots of things," Zed said. "Fire scares me to death."

Addison nodded. "Yeah, I know that," she said. "What else?"

"Um…creepy crawlies freak me out," he said. "I've never been on an airplane or boat, so I'm a little anxious about those. Wouldn't say I'm scared, just cautious and worried. Uh…right now I'm afraid of losing you."

Addison smiled softly and squeezed his hand. "Why are you like that today? You keep on saying all these nice things and making me feel really good about myself. I mean I love it, but why?"

"I'm scared of losing you," he repeated. He stopped walking and moved in front of her, taking her other hand in his. "I was never more scared than on Thanksgiving, Addy. I nearly lost you and I…it was all so terrifying. The thought of living a life without you hurt so much. I just—I can't do that."

"I don't wanna live my life without you either," she said truthfully. "I…I only went to rehab—I only wanted to get better—so I could keep being with you."

Zed cracked a small smile. "We're a mess," he muttered, stepping closer to her.

"Just a bit," Addison breathed out. She stood on her toes and pressed a soft and short kiss to his lips.

"What else are you afraid of? That doesn't involve me."

Zed moved back to her side, this time standing closer to the ocean. He thought for a minute of what made him shake and tremor and want to vomit, what made him cry and scream.

The salt water lapped at his ankles as they walked, swinging their hands mindlessly. The roar of the ocean and the sand between his toes kept him sane in a sense.

"My Zombie," he admitted quietly. "My Zombie scares me to death."

Addison tilted her head, prompting him to go on. "It's like…it's like having another person living inside me," he explained quietly. "Filled with rage and vengeance, bigger and stronger and hell-bent on unleashing all his pant up anger on the closest human."

"Forgive me for saying this, but aren't you and your Zombie the same person?"

Zed looked at her seriously and said, "That's what scares me the most."

He let go of her hand and shoved his own in his pockets. "He's a creature of…of all my anger and hate. I don't ever feel this emotions, because they get immediately stored up in him. And…and when he makes 'an appearance', per say, seeing all the little moments that makes him so mad—that makes me so mad—it's just really scary."

Zed didn't look up to meet her eyes. They both had stopped walking, the waves washing over their feet. Zed felt her reach into his pocket, grab his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"It's okay to be scared," she told him.

Zed sighed sadly. "He hates me too," he added. "And he loves you, which is like the only thing we have in common. But I don't think he loves in the same way that I do."

"What'd you mean?"

"He wants you the way animals do," Zed explained begrudgingly. "You're…in his eyes, you're a suitable 'mate'."

"Oh."

"Which is also why I try to get away from you whenever I lose control," Zed added. "I don't want him to breed you."

Addison made a grossed out face and sound. "That sounds…gross, if I'm being honest," she told him.

Zed nodded. "He's fucking insane," he breathed out. "I hate him, so much."

"But you can't get rid of him either."

Zed nodded. "That's what scares me."

Addison sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. They walked in a comfortable silence for a few minutes again. To Zed, it felt like after every heavy topic they'd discuss, they'd take a break to get out of that aching and hurting mindset.

"What're you afraid of?" Zed asked.

Addison didn't even have to think about it. "Thunderstorms," she said. "When I was little, and my parents would be working, I'd stay at Bucky's house. And his siblings would tell us scary stories during thunderstorms, with murder and and gruesome deaths and Zombies—no offense or anything. And it was always during a thunderstorm, what a coincidence. And I'd never be able to sleep because I was terrified that some hideous monster would emerge from the thunderstorms or the shadows—shadows also freak me out. And they'd come and make sure I wouldn't live to see the next day."

"That's…that's horrible," Zed said.

Addison nodded. "I remember a few of their stories would make me cry or hide up in a tree—if we were outside—and they'd have to call my mom or dad to come calm me down. And then I'd get home and get scolded for embarrassing them or acting like a baby. That was around the time I stopped depending on my parents to make me feel better."

Zed sighed sadly. "My mom always made me feel better," he said sadly. "In Zombietown, thunderstorms sound like when the Z-Patrol would come to take random Zombies. I don't know for what, but I knew they'd never come back. And the ones who did were severely messed up. I could see it all happen from my bedroom window. And they always came during the rain—Eliza always said it was so that the rain would wash blood from the streets. She's a freak like that."

Addison nodded along. "I was more scared of the Z-Patrol than the actual thunderstorms, but hearing thunder meant they were coming," Zed went on. "They never took kids, but I was always so terrified they'd take one of my parents. Mommy…she'd wrap me up in a blanket and tell me stories—the same stories I tell Zoey for bedtime—and we'd drink some warm milk and she'd hold me until I fell asleep."

Zed laughed lightly. "I just remembered, there was a story about a Zombie falling in love with a human."

Addison grinned slightly. She turned her head to look at him. "You're kidding?"

"How could I forget? It was one of my favorites. All they ever wanted was their happily ever after. Their…" he grinned and nudged her shoulder. "…someday."

Addison gave a hearty laugh. "That's so cute!" she gushed. "Oh my god, our relationship mirrors a bedtime story your mom told you. I literally love it!"

Zed smiled at his girlfriend's excitement. "How does it end?" Addison asked.

"Movies and long walks in the park," he sang, soft and slowly. "Handing out anywhere we want."

Addison smiled at him. "I like the way your thinking, I can almost see it."

"I love how every date we go on, we always end up singing 'Someday'," Addison said with a smile. "Favorite song, tops. I wish we could record it so I could listen to it when you aren't around."

"We could try," Zed said. "Before the outbreak, Bonzo's parents had a small recording studio that ended up on the human side of town. They've still got the deed and everything. I'm sure we could work some Zeddison magic."

Addison grinned and squeezed his hand. "I like the sound of that."

"Zeddison magic?"

Addison smiled brighter and shrugged. "Or just the sound of your voice," she said in a sort of shy voice. "I feel like it's been forever since we've done something like this."

She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. "I just love you so much," she went on. "I wish there was a stronger way to say I love you."

"I worship you," Zed offered meaningfully. "I'd trade my life for yours. I'd give up everything in my entire world just to have five more minutes with you."

Zed walked around so he was standing in front of her. He took her hand in his and placed it on his chest, pressing it against his heartbeat.

"Do you feel this?" he asked quietly. Addison nodded slightly. "This is the beat of my heart. My heart beats for you and only you. I love you because you make my heart beat."

"My heart beats for you and only you," Addison repeated, her voice strained from choked back tears.

She stepped forward and tilted her head up, just as he tilted his head down and they kissed, soft but passionately, like nothing else in the world mattered but each other.