I found Meredith. My goddess, my aphrodite, my fair sun on Christmas day.
Now, that's what you call a Christmas miracle.
So what did any freak with a zombie kink do, I ran to Meredith and hugged her. Her fresh blood-stained hair left stains on my chin, her whole body fit perfectly into my body.
She was perfect.
She was finally mine.
Wait.
Did I really want to die from hugging Meredith?
No. There were many other hot zombie girls roaming the planet that I can explore, I don't want death.
What an idiot I was to sacrifice my life for a hug.
Fucking moron I was.
Why was? Well, if you are reading this, I'm probably dead. But I died a martyr for love, fuck cupid. I'm your new best thing in this apocalypse.
But if you do (miraculously) see a skinny white zombie boy, with curly hair and a beauty spot near the mouth. Do me a favour before you kill me.
Let me touch your chest.
I think I'm going to develop a human kink.
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