FranXAshShip1

The sound of a shotgun firing and reloading echoed out as a deadite's head exploded in a shower of gore.
"Ash! I wanted to study that one!" Fran protested.
Ash just chuckled, "You want to study all of them. But they're evil, baby. You know that."
Fran just pouted, "How are we ever going to come up with an effective, proactive defense against this virus if I can't study a live subject?"
Ash holstered his shotgun and wrapped his good arm around her shoulder affectionately, drawing her in close. "Fran baby, it's not a virus, it's a curse. And the deadites are just that. Dead! There's no such thing as a live subject when it comes to them!"
"It's time to begin the autopsy!" Fran cried out, revealing her two additional arms, each hand holding a scalpel.
"Subject appears to have been dead for thirty-two days from the necrosis. Heart appears to still be fully functional despite the loss of functional tissue. Digestive system shut down for quite some time."

Ash tried and failed not to make faces as his woman tore into the carcass with gusto, and stomach flipping sounds not unlike fisting a jar of mayo filled the air.
"Ugh, baby I know you're just doing research, but does it have to be so...percussive?" Ash asked.
"Maybe if I had a brain to work with, I wouldn't have to be digging through its intestines." Fran complained.
The sound of Ash's chainsaw revving to life broke Fran from her focus. "I think you're about to get your wish." Ash said, drawing his shotgun with a trigger-spinning flourish.

It must've been at least a dozen deadites, all of them wailing and gliding low along the ground, moving like a wolf pack to encircle the pair.

Fran stood to her full height and held her scalpels out at the ready, Fran and Ash moved warily towards one another while not taking their eyes off of the monsters, before finally coming back to back.

"COME AND GET IT YA NECROTIC FREAKS!" Ash challenged them.
The couple fought fiercely, cutting and blasting their way through the pack of deadites until one rather spooked one remained. It turned tail and ran, now screaming in fear for its own survival rather than to intimidate.
Ash pulled dropped his shotgun, withdrew a frag grenade from his pocket, and pulled the pin with his teeth. Then he threw it straight up, and used the flat of his chainsaw blade as a bat to send it flying towards the fleeing deadite.
A plume of dirt went up and nothing apparently remained.
Ash gingerly took Fran in the cradle of his chainsaw arm and held his other hand palm up. The deadite's brain plopped into it with a wet sound a moment later.
"Oh Ash!~" Fran cried with joy, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
"Hail to the king, baby." Ash told her before dipping in for a deep and long kiss.

The End.