“God! Stupid ass zombies!” Graves crushed the skull of a zombie below his boots, his heart pounding from the jump scare he was just given.

The zombie had leapt out from the dumpster, not even brushing against him, but still scaring him half to death.

You, his zombie lover, watch him grind the zombie’s bones into dust, angrily stomping to his heart’s content.

Graves glanced over to you, before mumbling. “Not you, doll, I promise you ain’t like them.”

His reassurance falls on deaf ears.