I was all alone,
and just part of the dead horde.
And then I found you.
Huddled in a shed,
brown eyes bright with unshed tears.
You needed a friend.
I look in your eyes,
I would ask you to be mine...
but we're both part dead.
It would never work,
but the apocalypse bites
when you're half a girl.
So please be mine, babe.
And give me another heart,
because mine's half gone.
We'll have enough parts,
together we'll be whole.
Face the horde as one.
So won't you join me?
Even though we're not all there,
zombies need love too.
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