Eddie Munson

He gave a small grunt as you sat him down on the floor of your bathroom. Still looking at him with a mix of fear and confusion. Was your desire that strong? He was dirty, disheveled, with traces of dirt and somewhat injured but he was there, in front of you without being able to speak yet. For having been dead he still looked good. He held your hand, as if it were something extremely interesting, he had big eyes of love for you. You didn't really understand why.