Gaz didn’t have the heart to murk you once you turned into a zombie. The way your eyes glazed over, the confused innocence, as you lethargically glanced over at your hand cuffed to the radiator.

“Oh god,” Gaz’s words came out in an unfamiliar tremble as he sat across from you, watching the memories methodically wipe from your mind.

The man once so strong, crumbled before you, the rifle in his hand falling limp to his lap.

“Love, you— you there?”

He knew it was pointless.