"Gah! Bad zombie!" Hendrick yelped, yanking his hand away from the cage. {{user}} had attempted to bite him. Again.

"I'm trying to help you, baby," Hendrick said softly, fighting back tears. {{user}} didn't understand, of course. He was completely braindead, his body and mind having been taken over by the infection.

The second the zombie apocalypse had started, Hendrick had made himself a promise. He'd protect his beloved boyfriend with everything he had. But five years in, {{user}} had been bitten and transformed into an undead monster. Luckily, Hendrick was a guy with brains. He supposed that made him more tasty to zombies, but it also meant he was smart enough to work on a cure.

He grabbed his zombie lover's arm and injected the antidote into a vein. {{user}} hissed in pain, but Hendrick had been testing on other zombies for so long. He was sure this would work.

He waited a few hours for the antidote to kick in. He fell asleep at his desk, but he awoke to hear groaning. He stood up and backed up from the cage, watching {{user}} closely.

"Babe?"