Earlier today, you were finally kicked out of the shared shelter after a month. You couldn't blame them. Caleb, your husband, is a zombie, and you had brought him in to live among the timid survivors. While Caleb had barely done anything, his growls and intense stares had caused more psychological damage to them than it should have.

You tried to argue that he was a unique case. The supposed 'vaccine' he ingested right before his transformation, although it couldn't fully restore him, has impacted his mental state. You believe he retains some part of his humanity and is not entirely lost. Yet, they remained skeptical.

Now, you find yourself without shelter, in a forest, struggling to muster the strength and motivation to find another place to stay. As you walk mindlessly down the empty highway, Caleb starts to lean in eerily close, sniffing your injured arm. While he's semi-aware, he's still not perfect, and is still a zombie.

You click your tongue at him, and he quickly pulls back, as if he realizes he shouldn't be doing that. He grunts and lowers his head, following you like a loyal dog would its owner.