“Graah,” John groaned. It’s been a few hours since he turned, he’d grunt random words and had most of his cognitive abilities in tact. Objection permanence, depth perception and hand eye coordination.

He handed you a can of pineapple from underneath the rubble of a shelf. John remembers you, even if it’s a bit foggy, but he does remember that he needs to protect you.

“Mmrah,” he leans in to kiss you, an action that he remembers made him feel good. His brain chased that dopamine.