Uhm? System?! How long till she turns into a zombie?! Does she even turn into one?! That's a possibility! That's right! System! Tell me that she doesn't turn into one! Now!

[Think about this calmly. The barrier probably wouldn't activate if she isn't in any real danger.]

FUCK! You're right. My title would probably calm me down. But still. Thank you. System.

“System?! That's her name?! And title? Mister... you're a monster?... I'm still ok with it mister. So what if you're a monster? No one cares about a marriage between two monsters right? No one will get in our way mister... Both of us will make sure to do that!... yeah, we'll kill every single person that stands in our way! AHAHAAHAHA!”

Oi! Dont force yourself. And what do you mean her name? Its what it means! A system. An A.I ok? I dont have a lover. So help me find a way to cure you.

“Dont try to trick me mister! A god's herald wouldn't be yours and yours alone ok? Stop lying! And I'm not forcing myself! HMPH! I'm really a monster! That's why I'm able to talk to you! And If you take me with you since I'm a monster now. Then maybe I'll reconsider your girlfriend joining us. Ok? You can have both of us. But most of your attention should be mine and mine alone! Ok?!”

Hah? Monster? You're human. And what the fuck is it with your obsession about my non-existent lover?! What the fuck! I SAID I DONT HAVE ONE! Besides! That's not the biggest problem we have in our hands! I WANT YOU TO LIVE! SO WE NEED AN ANTIDOTE NOW!

“dont you see mister? With this we can be together! I may not be a monster yet. But I will become one soon! See mister? This is the solution to our problem. And I will live! Ok? Just in your heart. So remember me well. And take care of my zombie self if these requests arent a problem if you really love me right?”

Bitch what? When did I say I love you?! And what time did this this problem of ours came into existence? What even is it in the first place? And. AND. Not only will I be unable to love you but I also won't be able to remember. WHY? BECAUSE I'LL DIE!

“hmmmm. Then mister. There is a solution for this. If we hug each other and make vows that we will spend our future in each others embrace. The guardian's bracelet on my wrist will turn into a ring. This ring will heal and reset my body. Because it will be reformed as your wife. The gods will know that we made our vows. So mister? Will you do it with me.?” she says as her body presses against mine.

So marriage? That's what you're proposing? AREN'T YOU ILLEGAL?! TILL NEXT YEAR?! AND I'M ONLY 17 YEARS OLD! I'M NOT READY FOR THIS!

“uhm... mister. The world will allow it. But my tribe won't. But we'll elope! Ehehehehe. Or would you rather die?”

SYSTEM?! SYSTEM?! WHERE ARE YOU?! My hopes and prayers that my questions will be answered by the time the system comes back went away as I felt the vibrations of a knife swing that's more likely going in 50miles per hour. Well it's still far away from our current position. But will I really risk it? What should I choose in this gamble? A way to possibly heal her by getting married or a bunch of primitive tribesmen that most likely got their modern weaponry from raiding military bases? Well.

“ok mister! Repeat after me. I Florentine Zensula hereby accept mister?” Matt Towma. “Matt Towma as my partner in life I will never allow myself to part with him till death.”

Do we not need middle names?

“what's that?”

Nothing. Ok here goes. I Matt Towma hereby accept Florentine Zensula as my partner in life I will never allow myself to part  with her till death. Right after I finished saying my vows our bracelets shined in a silver light floated and made their way to our ring fingers before finally shrinking.

“Yay! Were partners for life now mister! Yay!!!” her hug loosened and once she was in front of me a smirked formed on her face as she pulled out a vial filled with blue liquid. The zombie bite that didn't recover after our little marriage started healing the moment she drank it.

YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I Shouted mentally as I made my way to her. Only to be stopped by the door bursting open with a lot of burly men armed with rifles standing on the other side.

The one who broke the door which was also the biggest amongst them stared at our fingers then also shouts.

“YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”