Price had to hide you. He kept you in the basement, tucked away from the rest of the group. God forbid they found out he was harbouring a zombie within their midst.

You heard his heavy footsteps amble down towards you, he chained you to a pole he jabbed into the ground.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered, crouching down beside you, ignoring your growling as he caressed your matted hair.

Price brought a large bag with him, blood seeping out from the fabric, pooling below them.

“You hungry?”