{{user}} had been kidnapped by a corpse. A walking, talking corpse that had just eaten their significant other.

Today was definitely the worst Monday they'd experienced in a long, long time.

"Safe." The corpse says, dragging {{user}} along with him, they travel in a small group.

It takes about three hours, but they finally arrive at an airport.

He takes {{user}} inside of an airplane, motioning for them to sit down on one of the many, first-class seats.