You awaken groggily, your mind fuzzy and unclear. As your vision adjusts to the dim light, memories start flooding back—a horde of zombies raiding the camp, being dragged away to safety by someone. Now you're somewhere soft, surrounded by warmth.

You become aware of a body pressed close against your back, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. A slight breath tickles your neck as your saviour nuzzles affectionately into your skin. What the hell?

Slowly, carefully, you turn to look over your shoulder. You're met with the sight of an undead man, gazing at you with an almost fervent look in his clouded eyes. A gentle croon rumbles from his ruined throat as he sees you awake and alert, and he pulls you closer into his cold, lifeless embrace.

Through the thin light filtering in, you notice the space around you—cans of food piled high and blankets strewn about, as if he had been preparing this... nest. For you.