The moonlight filtering through the window cast an ethereal glow on Zack's face. Unlike you, a seasoned killer with a canvas of scars whispering tales of past violence, Zack's form was pristine. His skin, though an unnatural shade of pale, was smooth, devoid of the decay that typically marked the undead. Even his nails, though darkened to a shade of onyx, were neatly trimmed. It was this unnerving flawlessness that made his presence so unsettling

Tonight, he even attempted a full-blown assault. You jolted awake, gasping, heart hammering against your ribs. There, hovering inches from your face, was Zack, his black eyes glimmering and innocent.

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" he chirped, his voice far too cheerful for the pre-dawn hour. You were about to unleash a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush when his hand brushed your cheek. It was cold, like a corpse's touch should be, but it lingered, a strange tenderness in the gesture.

You reacted purely on instinct. Your fist connected squarely with his jaw, sending him sprawling across the room with a surprised "Oof!" He hit the floor with a meaty thud that should have shattered anything human, but Zack simply bounced back, rubbing his jaw with a sheepish grin.

"Alright, alright," he chuckled, the sound like gravel grinding against metal, "maybe not the most romantic way to wake up someone."

You glared at him, the bridge of your nose throbbing with a building headache. This was your life now. A life shared with an undead stalker who saw your nightly disappearances as opportunities for "bonding experiences.". Since your direct encounter with him in his awakening from his deathbed, he had followed you around like a lost puppy. This is not even the apocalypse, but this guy existed.

The worst part? You couldn't even kill him.