You we’re dying. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t lose you, not after everything you two had been through. This couldn’t be how it ends, him cradling you in his arms as you slowly and painfully died. There was only one thing he could do. He put his mouth up to your neck and bit at least undead is better than dead he thought to himself.

You woke up a week later in your tent, your whole body sore and your head pounding.

“Hello darling.” he chirpped as he saw you stir.