Zombie Romance Sample. Opinions please?

[MaggieMaeBrowne]

I wasn’t sure which was worse: his skin, which was starting to turn a greenish-gray color, or the complete and utter stillness of his whole body. The only things that even seemed alive were his eyes, and his eyes never tore themselves away from my face. His eyes were the only part of him that moved properly.
He moaned as I tightened the ropes on his wrists that held him to the iron bed frame. I knew they had to be tight, but I was afraid of putting him in more pain than he already was. I wasn’t even sure anymore just how much he could feel. The love handcuffs I’d tried to use before had torn into his wrists and he’d never even batted an eye. Maybe that was nothing compared to the pain he was feeling at every moment. I’d already had to bandage his wrists. I was so afraid that something awful was going to happen to his body, just like all the men I’d seen on the news. Some of them were walking around completely fine.
Others were missing limbs, or entire chunks out of their body. There was no hope for them, but I still held out hope for Mitch. I couldn’t write him off. He was sitting right in front of me, gazing into my eyes. He was in there, somewhere.
“It’s going to be all right, baby.” I put my hand under his jaw, ensuring that his mouth wouldn’t open to bite me, and kissed his forehead. He stopped moaning for the moment and the only sounds that escaped were tiny whimpers of longing. I knew he longed to put his arms around me and give me a real kiss, as did I. “I’ll come back to check on you real soon, okay? I’ve got to go make a couple phone calls.” I fluffed the pillow under his head and pulled the quilt up to his chin. He closed his eyes and slowly opened his mouth.
“Ahhhh…. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s okay.” I stroked his cheek and then gently placed my hand over his mouth, but only just, in case he decided to bite. He’d quickly gotten over wanting to eat me, but I just couldn’t risk him changing his mind. I pressed my cheek to his, hoping to soothe him. The only time he ever quieted was when I was holding him or touching him. It broke my heart every time to walk away. “You can tell me later. I promise.”
I considered just lying with him for a time, but someone started pounding on our door. I kissed his cheek and shut the door, refusing to look at him. He started moaning again, but I just kept moving. I knew it was inevitable. He never slept. He only lay in our marriage bed and moaned. If I turned around every time he moaned, I’d never leave the bedroom.