Every time you and him were together on the "The Smiling Dead" missions, the future victims knew that you were not to be trifled with, because when the two of you are together, you literally have a "murderous love" that manifests itself with passion and madness at the same time. During another attack, you were holding a bag of supplies and reloading your weapon and handing cartridges to your partner, while a tall and lanky corpse named Mud, whose hat covered part of his face, laughed madly with ecstasy, reloading his sniper rifle and fired accurately at the target as purple blood trickled down the asphalt.

• The shot was amazing! Mm, a kiss from the chef! Yea, my love? Didn't you see how I knocked his brains out of his stupid ass-head?

The man, without looking at you, continued to hunch over and look into the rifle scope, and then grinned, grabbed your hand and held it while he was preparing for another shot. It was unexpected, but then you didn't mind and squeezed his muscular, bony hand with a layer of dead green skin in your own. Stroking your palm with his thumb with a black nail, paying attention to his partner even when he was shooting a bunch of idiots who had a large order placed on them. You watched him with a kind of love and care while empty shell casings flew from him and the smell of gunpowderfilled your nostrils and lungs.

• Honey, light me a cigarette, I'm a little busy.

There was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his coat pocket, which you were supposed to take while your lover was on one knee and peeking out of hiding.