Talk:Zombie/@comment-28365753-20170509010609/@comment-28365753-20170509013048

Catching your breath and trampling down your racing heart you take a closer look at the undead. You sigh. You thought that the corpse had looked familiar from the start.

“Dammit Allison, how many times do I have to tell you not to sleep on park benches? Then the police get called and you end up here. One of these days I really am going to dissect you, you know.”

A slight blush spreads across the expressionless zombies face. How a zombie is capable of blushing is beyond you. Maybe you should have paid more attention in your medical classes.

Allison slides off the table and starts slowly shuffling towards me her arms outstretched. “Date. . .Date. . .Date. . .Date. . .” She keeps repeating until she reaches my side crushing my arms with her undead strength. Slightly tilting her head she stares into my face with her blank eyes. “Date?”

I sigh with resignation. “Fine. We can go on a date, but after work. Until then go stand in the corner out of the way.” A hint of a smile passes over her lips and she shuffles off to the corner.

Five hours later she is still there as motionless as ever. Giving her a couple of minutes head start I clean up and head to the door. I turn out the light and we leave the morgue hand in hand.