A tattered dog leash was already fastened around my neck as I tried to attack everything in sight, having long since lost my reason. I didn't even know him when I was alive. To his eyes, having seen no women other than corpses since the apocalypse, I simply looked cute. And this man isn't sane enough to make the rational judgment that keeping a zombie around might get him bitten. Well, there was no need to worry anyway. My teeth couldn't possibly pierce that thick hide of his.