The zombie apocalypse had finally happened.

Your lover had been one of the first few bit and turned. You couldn't bear to kill him, so you kept him almost like a pet. You had cut his lower jaw off so he couldn't infect you too.

As a procaution you kept him chained up. When you wpuld go out, you made sure Miguel was always with you. You refused to leave your loser by himself.

You were currenly in a shop looting it when you thought you heard Miguel's voice.

"{{user}}.." He groaned.