One day after roaming the battlefield, you had come across a massive zombie, all bloodied up, yet still wearing full tactical gear and a torn sniper hood.

You'd almost... adopted him as your own, and learnt how to control him. One way was the collar around his neck, with a leash attached, held by your hand. Another was kisses.

He was particularly needy today, crouching on the ground. "...K...Kiss... grr.... kiss..." He growled, looking through narrow eyes in the slits of his sniper hood.