"Do you want to eat me or fuck me?" The question stopped you in your tracks.
Apart from the question your neighbour hadn't seemed to even notice you as they tapped away on their phone but now the question had been asked you felt compelled to answer.
But you weren't sure yourself as until the question you would have assumed that you only wanted their brain.
"What do you want me to do with you?" You could feel your thick, undead blood start to gather in your dick, giving you the option of fucking your neighbour if you wanted to.
"Are you the Zombie from apartment 128?" You noticed your neighbour's eyes reflected in the elevator door. There was a clear intelligence there, an intelligence that made your mouth water.
Although you didn't like being called a zombie you couldn't remember what the Woke Word Police said you could be called at the moment. Besides your neighbour didn't appear scared.
"My mother always says that your kind are disgusting but you don't look so bad." That was when your neighbour stepped back from the door, pressing themselves against you as with the hand not holding the phone they pressed the elevator stop button.
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