If Stephenie Meyer wrote a zombie novel...

Imagine a betrothed doctor’s assistant betrayed by the witch doctor he works under. The witch doctor zombifies him and his fiancé and sends them to a zombie plantation.  
Can this zombie lug himself into the vampire’s reign of pop culture’s teen romance scene? Does Stephenie Meyer have capacities to fulfill the question. Are zombies sexier than vampires?

The novel could continue with the assistant’s memory returning. His past creeps into his mind, and he now understands the cruelty of the job he once held. Pitying himself for his piggish past, he gains the sympathy of teen readers and shows his sensitive side.

The plantation reeks of old socks and spoiled cheese. Between the rows of plants, human limbs scatter the earth. Blood stains the dirt a consistent shade of burgundy.  
He observes the zombies’ mannerisms. Limping, dragging, absent skin and missing bones; the assistant discovers that bare bones escaping through skin arouse him.  
He is starving for zombie contact. 

The assistant feels a crawling sensation under his eye, and it pops out of its socket. He tries to reassemble it, but maggots have created their home in his skull. The eye plops to the bloodstained ground and rolls to a woman. 

The woman’s hair holds cat feces in it. Worms escape through her ears, and her button nose hosts a family of ticks. Her mangled clothing drapes off her body, revealing her rib cage and hollowed chest. She is weak with sallow eyes, and she is the most engrossing sight the assistant has ever seen.

His heart thumps more intensely than his body can manage and bleeds through his chest. He feels alive.

The love of his life looks at him. Only those truly in love understand the passion the assistant possesses in the few moments his one eye gazes upon his fiancé.
His stomach twists as he approaches her. He smiles for the first time since his zombification.

He lightly touches his fiance’s hand. Her arm disjoints from her body. She hisses and drags herself away from him. 

The assistant stands in utter shock. The only thing he has to remember the sweet fiancé he once knew is her left humerus and elbow joint. He vows to forever keep her bones in his back pocket as a reminder of the pain he caused her. 

Three of her fingers lie in the dirt; her thumb, index and pinky fingers together in sign language mean, “I love you.” This is a clear sign that she remembers him.

Memories flood his body as the beautiful being lurches away from him. This woman once agreed to marry him, but the cruelty of his job destroyed her mind and body. 

Mimicking a collapsing building, her bones disassemble through her rotted skin in a pattern more beautiful than the assistant could dream. She is weakening, but her bones arouse him to an intensity he’s never felt before. 

Determined to restore her memory and physical state, he escapes the plantation in search of the reversal chemical of zombification. 

He battles obstacles along the way, fighting voodoo, witchcraft and zombie hunters.
He discovers the cure and runs to his fiancé. As he scans the crowd of decaying bodies, he sees her. Her hair blows in the stench fumes, and the worms in her ears tickle her. She giggles. His fiancé is back. 

He approaches her slowly, hoping she will recognize him first. She peers in his direction and squeals. 

She sprints in slow motion as her right arm falls from her body. The arm doesn’t hesitate her stride. She smiles and jumps into the arms of ... Jacob Gray, the shirtless, longhaired, muscular zombie hunter. 

Sequel, perhaps? Or three?