What Hans had intended to end at a simple kiss quickly escalated into something neither one of them seemed able to stop.

He met each newly exposed piece of flesh with a tender kiss, remembering how he’d dreamed of doing exactly this on the very first night he’d seen her.

No amount of wavy blond hair nor evenings spent with her plump lips applying just the right amount of pressure to his various pleasure points could make up for the rotting carcass of a soul...

Nobody knew exactly how the zombification process worked, and there were as many different strains as theories.