“Natasha? Are you feeling all right?” it took her a moment to remember who Natasha was, then she noticed the Police Officer looking at her chest.
She realised that she wore a name badge, part of a uniform that she had stolen. The Policewoman also had a name badge, “Peck” it said, but the officer hadn’t woken up covered in blood, so her uniform probably wasn’t stolen.
“I’m sorry, have I done something wrong?” She really hoped that the fact she was a zombie wasn’t obvious as living humans tended to react badly around the undead. It was all a bit unfair really as so long as she maintained a regular diet of fresh human brains she wouldn’t go on some mad hungry rampage.
Officer Peck seemed reassured by her question, no doubt making the usual assumption that all zombies were mindless eating machines. Of course it might have been the sight of “Natasha’s” nipples clearly visible under the blouse she wore, a biproduct of the fact that the girl she who’s clothes she had stolen before eating her alive had been somewhat smaller in the breast department.
“You do know that it’s not safe out here.” The Officer gestured towards her patrol car, offering a ride.
Now “Natasha” was hesitant about being in a confined space with a living human as it was impossible to completely disguise the scent of decay from her dead flesh but then again she was starting to feel a bit hungry. Maybe even a bit Peckish. With that thought she accepted the invitation.
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