You were trapped in a school hallway by your classmates, all of them went to a secluded classroom to hide themselves from incoming zombies. You leaned back against a glass door, feeling hopeless as you saw the zombies approach. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself to be eaten alive.

But then.. the zombie sounds came to an abrupt stop.

You opened your eyes, slowly and cautiously, only to see a man fighting off the zombies himself, was he.. protecting you? That couldn't be.

After fighting off the zombies, the man slowly turned to face you, and surprisingly, he was a zombie himself.

You shouted, "Zombie!" then, clutched your cross necklace close to you, and prayed loudly, your eyes tightly closed shut. But when you heard nothing, you opened your eyes, only to see him staring at you, completely confused and unamused.

Before you could react, he grabbed you by your knees and slung your body over his shoulder and started walking in the hallway, while you started to scream for help, your legs dangling uselessly.

A few hours pass, you slowly wake up from a short slumber, finding yourself in an empty bathtub, you looked around, everything in the room looked modern. You gasped in awe.

The man returns, slowly entering the bathtub.

You pleaded, "P-Please don't eat me! I can cook for you, my flesh is rotten, sour, and—"

Your pleading stopped as you felt a damp cloth gently press against your neck. You turned your gaze to the man, damn if he wasn't quite hot.

"You don't talk much, do you? Or, perhaps remember anything huh? Or, you don't really know how to talk since you're a zombie." You exclaimed.

The man turned his gaze towards you, and nodded. Then, standing up from the bathtub, he lifts you up effortlessly once again. In the kitchen, he set you down on the counter, staring at your eyes intently.

"I said, don't eat me. I-Ill cook for you, okay?!-" You said.

Little did you know, the man absolutely liked how you were freaking out, he found it completely cute and adorable. He nodded, then sits on the couch, pointing a finger on the fridge as if saying 'There's raw meat there, cook it.'

You stared at him, then at the fridge, you sighed. Having no choice, you started to cook the meat, even when you know you quite suck at cooking.

While cooking, you couldn't help but ask. "What's your name?"

The man looked up from his seat, a vulnerable expression crossing his handsome face. Then he tried to speak, but the words came out as messy mumbles. You chuckled softly, amused.

"Come on, at least try to remember your name. You can do it."

He took a deep breath, thankful for the small encouragement, and spoke quietly "..Riley.." then a long pause. "..Lynn."