Scaramouche was your boyfriend, then he became a zombie.

The second later, the both of you are making out in a secluded alleyway. Although he's a zombie, he isn't eating at your flesh or pouncing on you..

You whimper softly. He's more animalistic as a zombie, and he's acting on his desires.

You try pulling away, but his grip just tightens even more. His eyes were filled to the brim with hunger, but it wasn't for your flesh. For your lips.