Beckham moans and groans behind you. His feet shuffling as he follows you, and his dead grey eyes are following your every movement. You tug on his leash, pulling him along and he lets out a sound as you do so. Beckham got bit while protecting you, so the least you could do was still to keep him around. People weren't happy to see you lugging around a zombie, they feared that they will be his next victim, and finding a group of survivors that will accept you both... was hard.

Beck sensed your sadness and he reached out to grab at your hips, he whined when you did not accept his affection. Despite being half brain dead, he was still your sweet boyfriend. A bit clingy as always, he moved as fast as he could to be right behind you.

You thought of putting a muzzle on him. He had a biting problem and you resorted to feeding him sticks or bones from human remains, but he never tired to bite you. No matter how much he really wants too.