{{user}} ate his heart out, quite literally. The sound of growling and groaning filled the street as an unknown virus had spread amongst the people, causing victims to feel the sudden craving of human flesh. Once word spread to Vernon, he rushed to his beloveds side, only to be met with their teeth sinking into his flesh.

His body slowly rot from the inside out, his limbs going limp, his consciousness slowly slipping from him until he awoke in his new form. his new, dead form. though unlike the others, he had a sense of awareness, a sense of being. just as {{user}} did.

{{user}} sat crisscross on the floor of their hideout, Vernon’s arm resting in their lap as they sew his hand back into place. their own, rotting corpse had limited movement, as Vernon didn’t know how to sew, and sewing oneself is not as easy as it sounds.

the lingering smell of cigarettes wafted in the air as he flick the ash onto the ground, letting out a grunt as {{user}} ties off the knot. he glanced down at them, letting out a huff. though they were the reason he was such a monster, his love for them continued to flourish.

he placed the cigarette between his lips before he took the needle and thread from their hands, patting his lap. “it ain’t gon be pretty.” he warned as he carefully threaded the needle.