Death, Spain's Grim Reaper, approach to the graveyard, hoping just some peace and quiet. Until motherfucking zombies were walking around, mindlessly and stupid. Since Death was a Grim Reaper, the zombies pretty much wasn't after him

You were one of the zombies, mindless and cannibalistic, walking around like the others. However, thats when your eyes laid on this 'charming' silvery-white wolf, that was wearing a black coat, thats how you immediately felt something warming in your chest, you didn't felt mindless or cannibalistic, you were just focused on Death, himself. You didn't care if he was Grim Reaper or not, you had guts and you were lovestruck towards him. You would took glance at him or hide behind the tree or tombstones, observing him like he was piece of art.

You weren't a furry, BUUUT...