what could go so wrong with girl and a zombie?

Addison had spent a lot of time planning their big day.

Creating the perfect blend of all the cultures she and Zed held value in was not an easy task, but she managed to make it perfect.

Perfectly them, that is.

They chose to hold the ceremony in the Cheer Pavilion. The ground where zombies first came to be and the building that was built in honor of cheer. The one thing she had identified herself as for so long, a cheerleader.

And with the werewolves’ help decorating, the cheer hall was transformed to almost look like the den during a traditional wolf unity ceremony.

As the time approached to walk down the aisle, Addison brushed the skirt of her modern style wedding dress. Smooth, satin fit to her form with intricate lace flowing across only one shoulder and spread down across her lower back before fanning out into a long, delicate train. A slit crept up her leg to stop at mid thigh, exposing a peak of the baby blue garter resting there. Along with her clear platform pumps adorned with sparkling stars.

She couldn’t be a more than head shorter than her extraordinarily tall groom after all.

Her pale blue hair was pinned up elegantly with a crescent moon hair piece holding it in place. The shine of dangling star earrings and matching diamond necklace tying together her look.

But she couldn’t wait to see Zed.

Her hands gripped the bouquet of burgundy, orange, and white dahlias in a mix of nerves and excitement.

The doors opened, it was officially her time to walk. She took a few slow strides into the open space before her eyes caught Zed waiting for her up at the alter.

The first thing she noticed was his unbelievably bright smile but also the moisture building in his eyes. She couldn’t lie, it made her a bit watery too.

He wore a maroon tux with a matching tie resting against the black shirt underneath. A great compliment to his stark green hair and pale skin. An orange dahlia pinned to his lapel to match her bouquet.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. Her future standing there, waiting patiently for her.

She only vaguely noticed the others standing at the alter with him. Eliza, Bonzo, and Wyatt on his side, Bucky, Bree, and Willa on hers. And A-spen standing beside the human minister.

Zed met her at the bottom of the steps, giving her a breathless smile as he gingerly took her hand in his to assist her as she carefully took each stair one at a time.

A-spen regarded Addison with a wide grin as she got into position. “Earthling traditions are so intriguing, Addison! Intergalactic Union between two beings is quite simple and usually not held on such a high regard!” They said in an excited tone. Making the whole wedding party chuckle.

“Love is cherished dearly on Earth,” Addison replied, looking fondly at Zed standing beside her.

A-spen sighed contently, eyes drifting to a certain she-wolf not too far away. “As I am aware,” they agreed before continuing. “The universe could learn a thing or two from your peoples.”

Addison beamed with excitement. She’s always known love could bring everyone together. But she’d never imagined bringing universes together.

But when she looked back up at Zed, love, pride, and adoration shining in his eyes, she knew that would have to be a dream for another day. Because their someday was today.

The preacher began with the ceremony. A beautiful blend of human and zombie wedding cultures. Zoey even sang a traditional zombie tongue love song as Bonzo played the accordion.

It wasn’t until A-spen stepped in that it all began to sink in for Addison. With A-spen being the alien’s Captain of Mothership, that meant they had the authority to grant union of their people as well. And made it official in any galaxy or milky way they could possibly travel to.

She and Zed would be regarded as husband and wife in every universe.

Zed would have been happy even if they’d just had a courthouse wedding, but Addison deserved even more than this. But as long as he had her by his side, he’d follow her across every constellation if it made her happy.

The human holy man announced their official new titles as husband and wife. Zed barely waiting to be told he could kiss his bride before his delved in, their lips melding together for a passionate show of affection.

All their friends and family cheered. The day everyone knew would come to be since that fateful first day of freshman year was finally here. Zed and Addison’s someday.

Just a girl who married a zombie.

Their wedding was perfectly imperfect and that was perfectly fine with Addison. (And Zed.)

She wakes to a window of endless stars, glimmering brightly against a solemn backdrop. She counts them silently, eyes flickering between each burst of light, and gets a few more numbers than yesterday. It used to be hard to keep track and count, but she's gotten better as the days have slid by. More stars than yesterday means that they lied before she had turned in for the night - day, morning, evening, she can't tell up here, but she tries to keep a schedule despite it, if only to remind her of a home she refuses to forget - and continued to travel while she slept.

It's not like she has any say, up here, but it does mean that they still don't trust her. Hiding star maps like it's the beginning days all over again, refusing to talk flight patterns or stops or what comes next.

Treating her like nothing short of a prisoner.

"Addison," Mothership chimes from above her. The lights of her room flash softly. "The others are already waiting."

Sometimes, she thinks the ship cares more about her than it's occupants. She doesn't think it's a very far-fetched idea.

"I know," she replies with a heavy exhale, sitting up and swinging her legs from the bed. The floor is freezing against her feet. She waits a moment, and then stands, swiping her hand against the wall as she goes, a panel of options greeting her. She's only half-paying attention as she picks her settings for the day, mind elsewhere.

She goes through her morning motions without really registering them. She doesn't even realize she's asking Mothership a question until after the words have already tumbled from her lips.

"Do they trust you?" Mothership repeats, sounding bewildered. "Of course they do."

Addison stops by the door, turning to look out the window again. She's so far away from home. From him. From the constellations she knows.

"They aren't telling me things. They're traveling when I sleep again." She turns away from the window and catches a glimpse of her blue hair in the mirror across from her. She wanted nothing more than to belong, and look where it got her. "I thought things would be different." She wants nothing than to turn back the clock and never step foot onto the ship.

"They trust you, Addison," Mothership says, but the words are hesitant in a way that she doesn't like. The pause that lingers afterward is telling. "They just worry that you'll-"

"Try to go back?" she interrupts easily.

"Addison."

She shakes her head. "I would. If I could. But they should trust me enough that it doesn't matter what I want. We all know I can't do anything."

She takes a step, and the door opens automatically, beckoning her forward. There's no going back, when it comes to space. They might just keep her here until everyone she loves is long dead and gone. They might let her go as soon as she's outgrown her usefulness, but how much time will have passed down on Earth by the time she gets back home?

She can't bring herself to say anything else as she leaves her room behind, making her way down the hallway.

Day 32 ends the same as any other.