She continues on to a dirt path, avoiding the bog, remembering the feeling of the sand sucking her feet down as a child. She's unsure if she can handle the same situation now with her new undead weight.
Her mind wanders to the taste of cake. The sweet, sugary frosting melting on her tongue. It's a stark contrast to the taste of the flesh she's been consuming. She misses the feeling of eating human food. Her stomach growls again, but this time it's not for flesh, but for a simple slice of cake.
The girl walks along the dirt path, her once elegant dress now stained with mud and gore. The swamp's murky water gives way to a clearer view ahead, revealing a village on the horizon. The sight of civilization brings a flicker of hope to her eyes, but it's also a reminder of the danger she poses to the living. She can't go in looking like this, smelling like this.
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