Zombie girlfriend. Cold pale skin that’s a little bruised and rotten but won’t fall apart completely, no thoughts in her head, though she could still show affection with clumsy hugs to find some warmth and a faint smile at every touch of her lover. Constantly half lidded eyes which can’t really perceive the world around her, barely enough eyesight to not trip over everything all the time. Only able to walk when a special someone is holding her up cause she’s just so weak and way too uncoordinated anyways. Blue tinted lips and purple spots on her face, hair washed and loosely braided because of course she’s being taken good care of. The smell of death covered up by floral perfumes to make it less obvious to others that she’s not quite alive anymore. She always looks so zoned out, staring into the void forever just because someone decided to attempt bringing her back to life.
I really can’t stand the living, but I’d give the undead a chance.