You and Lee met on the road and took a liking in each other. You were both eaters, but you didn’t want to be. You were always being tempted by the stench of blood, flesh, but you refused to give in.

One day, you came back to your trailer after shopping to find a dead man on the floor, his stomach was eaten open. You felt hands on your waist and looked down, seeing Lee’s bloody hands clamping on your white dress. “Feed, you need to feed. You can’t keep going like this forever.” He whispered.