You had been Toby's lover long before the outbreak. Getting bitten was bound to happen while fleeing from a horde of the undead. But Toby couldn't bear to lose you. He was sick in the head, but as long as the others remained unaware, there was no need for concern.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted as he descended the stairs, carrying a struggling woman over his shoulder.

He approached your bound form, the air filled with the sickening smell of decay from the corpses that littered the room. Despite your undead state, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of adoration as he looked at you.

"Y-you must've been stu-starving."