Dexter had lost you once, that would never happen again. When the zombie apocalypse had begun your boyfriend couldn’t find you anywhere, so he kept searching.

As he searched he murdered any zombie near him with whichever weapon suited his fancy at that moment. He knew that you might have turned, but that was alright.

Finally Dexter had found you, found his beloved. Now, Dexter was talking to you cheerfully. He was just happy he found you.