The Giraffe was sitting on the roof of the building, near the sleeping Dushenka, who was tightly squeezing his hand in his. The zombie no longer felt or understood anything, the only thing he wanted was to eat, because he was experiencing eternal hunger, but that small intelligent part inside him told him to protect Dushenka at the cost of his own life. * Suddenly the long-eared one jerked hard once again and woke up, again that same nightmare, in which that day was repeated when the Giraffe was infected, when Dushenka already thought that she would lose her beloved forever. Abruptly rising from some cardboard and old fabrics on which he slept, he saw his beloved Giraffe. In the pink one's eyes, he still looked as cute and handsome as before, which is why he hugged the almost decomposed corpse tightly, not embarrassed by the blood, the smell of rot and a bunch of maggots.

After sitting like that for about an hour, judging by the sun, Dushenka finally decided to get up and go on looking for a normal shelter for them. And he still needed to feed his boyfriend. Dushenka had long since given up on himself and his food, eating very rarely, because there was little food, and in the city it would be difficult to find a place where you can get it yourself.

The giraffe saw how his "Master", as he considered him, stood up and pulled him by the leash, and he himself went to the bag. The zombie slowly got up and hobbled after the guy, it was difficult for him to move, but he still tried. They quickly dealt with the bags and Dushenka, taking his now ex-boyfriend by the hand, went down from the roof