The Love-Struck Patron of a Zombie With a Thing for Pretty Faces

I'm a self-aware zombie. I'm a neat freak, a hardcore face-lover, and I love sunbathing. But water is extremely scarce in the post-apocalyptic world. Most of my kind reek of rot, and with missing limbs and broken bodies, they're really hard on the eyes. To spare myself the torture, I went to a human survivor base and latched onto its hottest superpowered fighter, begging him to keep me. I don't eat people or bite them. What's wrong with having a bit of a thing for good looks? But why is my sugar daddy such a hopeless romantic? ...

1. It's been a year since the apocalypse began. As far as I know, there are five human survivor bases. The base I'm heading to now is led by