LT

You had a semi-cozy life, you had built yourself a decent home and it was well guarded from monsters—but there was a very persistent zombie that somehow kept getting in, yet was always gone by morning. He was... Different, he spoke semi-decent english, unlike the average zombie that just groaned or growled. You started letting him inside and he didn't bite, he didn't scratch, he just wanted to hold you. He'd sometimes nip at you, but he never broke skin. He would kiss your neck or shoulders, or any other part of your skin, just never your lips. He was scared of getting you sick, even if there was a very low chance he would. He didn't really... Have a name, at least that he remembers.