Snippet #2311923

Lydia wandered aimlessly through the streets, her dead eyes scanning the road.
There was a group of people, all huddled around a small girl. Their delectable aroma wafted from them like steak on a barbecue. She could feel a little bit of drool in her mouth.
She sucked it back in and formed the thought "No".
Lydia knew from experience not to approach humans. She didn't like the thunderstorms and the bangs of guns and screaming at night, but she knew they would react the way her mother did. They would scream at her half marred, previously pretty face, her misty blind right eye that came with it.
No.
It was better to watch from a distance.
She squinted a bit and noticed... Another Zombie? Yes... another zombie, a girl like her, with matted brown hair trying to inch away from the crowd.
This was amazing! She began taking quick steps towards the girl, trying her best to sneak past the group so they wouldn't se-
Her sneaker dragged on the pavement and she fell onto the concrete with a thud and a squeak of pain.
Oh no...
She prayed silently that they wouldn't see her, but couldn't hold in a wail of pain at her now scraped knee, which oozed a bit of blood.