Ivan felt that the zombified woman who approached them seemed familiar. He racked his mind, desperately trying to remember where he had seen her before. A sudden bolt of chilling realisation struck him.
'Oh no!'
The zombified lady, despite her grotesque transformation, was still strikingly beautiful. She was slim, with soft, elegant curves and long, flowing black hair. She held a phone bearing a picture on its screen; a picture of a young girl who bore a striking resemblance to her. If one didn't look closely at the picture, they might assume the girl in the image was the lady herself, but at a younger age.
"We saw her earlier," Jiggy said to her, speaking as if to a regular human being. He pointed in the direction from which the previous girl had gone to. "She went that way."
