I knew he was the one for me after that car hit him and I saw him for the first time.
He taught me how to shoot and a little about how to fix the car. This crazy shit had just started, so he began showing me other things, like picking locks. We'd need those skills just to survive, and if Antonio was anything, he was a survivor.
There we were, me an'Eric, the other EMT, trying evac some wounded from a fight between the police, looters and the goons. Eric's by this one guy that's totally covered in blood, his arm hanging on by one meaty thread and Eric flips him over. I barely heard Eric scream. I turned around and this thing has it's teeth buried in his throat. I twisted it away and Eric fell down. I jammed the pistol into its face and I-I-Antonio! IT said "Maria" and my Antonio, I wanted to hold him, but he tried to...so I shot him. I shot my true love.
He held me in his arms after we'd made love the night before.
I've been sick since then.