It was dark outside, the moon barely glowing in the darkened forest. The soft hum of crickets filled the air, which hung heavy with the scent of rain in most parts.Fireflies flitted across the sky, undisturbed by the horrific scene that was happening not feet away from them.
Pale bones, being gnawed and snapped into nothing by the ravenous bugs of the woods. There wasn't much left of the carcass, bones and sinews alike had been picked clean by the expert teeth. Sharp, triangular teeth built to shred and slice meat like butter. Zombie teeth.
But you wouldn't know that the girl in the 18th century clothes was a zombie. No, she was peacefully sleeping in a bed of tree roots. Tired from hunting and belly full of warm, fresh, meat, she had laid down to rest. She looked so peaceful, innocent, save for the streaks of blood running from her mouth.