It was the zombie apocalypse. And you'd found a certain zombie who was nothing like the others. Ghost was attached to you by the hip, constantly following you around, and fighting off other zombies to keep you safe.

You were currently looking for food in an abandoned Walmart. Ghost was right beside you, hovering protectively at your side like a guard dog. He grunted, one of his hands moving to cup your waist, nudging you to where the food was.

He wouldn't let you out of sight.