The morgue usually had no sounds emitting from the chambers where the dead laid. So naturally, when there was a sudden loud bang from one of the small chambers, the pathologist Ravi Chakrabarti walked over there with an increased pulse and slightly shaking hands. Equipped with nothing but a scalpel he opened the lock and pulled the tables one after another out where he knew a body was. The third door that he opened revealed a distraught, white-haired female with unnaturally pale skin.

"Another one..." he breathed as he looked at the third zombie that he saw in his life. The girl in question looked at him with wide eyes, clutching the sheet around her body.

"What am I doing here?"

"You're in the morgue. I'm the medical examiner here, Ravi Chakrabarti. You were dead, or well, you're still dead. You're undead. A zombie."

"You're crazy..." she glared at him, "I went out to a disco and..." Events of the night before popped back into her memory and she started shaking. Not from the cold metal, she barely noticed it now.

"What happened?"

"I-" she couldn't say it. She remembered the goodbye to her friend as they went into opposite directions, the dark alley she always had to pass when she walked home and the hands that pulled her into it after she wasn't able to talk to someone over the phone that one time because no one was available. Her friend's phone had run out of battery which is why she contacted her boyfriend to let him know she'd be on her way home. But she didn't continue the call despite being friends with him. She started to hiccup.

"Hey, what happened to you?" His voice was low and soft. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I- I only remember him pulling me into the alley. After that everything went black and the next thing I know I'm here.."

"Does your head hurt? Or somewhere else"

"My head does hurt," she trailed off, looking down between her legs. She felt her face heating up and clutched the sheet closer to her body.

"I'm gonna call my colleague, she should be nearby so she can examine you if you want," he walked away, calling someone before she could decline. When he returned, he brought her a blanket.

"Here, wrap yourself in that. You can wait in my office, it's over there," he pointed to where she presumed his office to be but didn't move. They both looked at each other.

"Oh, right, yeah. I'll turn around so you can come out. Sorry."

"Thank you."

After some time had passed with the girl on the leather couch in his office, a girl with white hair just like hers and the same pale skin entered. She furrowed her brows while she looked the girl up and down.

"Hey, I'm Olivia Moore. I heard you're a zombie too and it seems Ravi gave you some leftover brains too," her gaze lingered on the bowl with still some brain left and sat next to the girl.

"I'm here to examine you. If you want..." she trailed off.

"Oh, I didn't introduce myself yet. I'm Katja Hart."

"Ok, Katja. Do you want me to look over you?" Hesitantly she nodded and Liv rose from her seat.

After the examination, Katja put her clothes back on while the two doctors talked outside the office.

"There was a definite assault on her. But she must have been still alive when it happened." Katja stepped outside, wearing a washed-out pair of jeans, some sneakers and a simple white blouse.

"Thanks for the clothes."

"Don't worry about it. How are you feeling though?"

"Numb? I don't know how I feel myself aside from the pain,"

"Do you wanna go to the police?" Liv looked at Ravi, his suggestion not a good one even if the girl wanted and needed the guy who did that to her behind bars.

"I'd like to," she started but Liv already explained to her that she was now a zombie and if she wanted to stay sane and somewhat normal she'd have to eat brains. "but I can't, right? I don't think that the guy who infected me would be good behind bars." Liv's eyes widened and she and Ravi exchanged glances before turning back to the girl.

"Was there a jacket with me?"

"Yeah, it's in the..." he looked uncomfortably to Liv. "trash..."

"Oh.."

"Yeah. I mean, you came in here as a corpse so I had to get you out and since you wouldn't need it anymore..." he trailed off again. Katja nodded, understanding him.

"It's fine. I'll just grab my stuff from it and get going then?"

"Yeah, sure." Ravi shrugged his shoulders.

"If you want some brains, you're always welcome here," Liv added and Ravi nodded, a bit too fast Katja thought but tried to smile at the two.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank us," Ravi waved off and as Katja turned around she saw in the corner of her eye Liv nudge him, glaring at him.

Katja didn't cry as she showered. She still felt nothing. The numbness had a hold of her the next couple of days. At work, her colleagues didn't notice her quiet behaviour. She's always been rather quiet despite her job as a retail assistant. A joke. A quiet personality selling people products. But she enjoyed her job. Around customers she was open and bubbly, something she also was with her friends. It didn't take long for her to return to the morgue. Three days had passed before her best friends head looked too delicious. Normal food didn't fill her up anymore. It seemed the only thing that stopped her hunger was brains. Because it always gets worse she also had to find out that her taste buds were dead too. Chocolate, her favourite snack, tasted like a whole lot of nothing. That was also the moment she broke down and cried. Anger was what she felt as tears streamed down her face. Some sick bastard took advantage of her and didn't just take her dignity away but also her life. Literally. She was now an undead zombie. If she ever found out who he was and where he lived, she'd make sure that he'd never see the light again.

Wiping her tears away and making sure it wasn't obvious she cried she walked into the morgue. Ravi stood crouched over another dead body. Liv was nowhere to be seen. She had no idea how to introduce herself without sounding like she was just here for brains. Which she was if she was honest but it would sound rude to her givers.

So she stood around, looking at the Indian man with the full beard and carefully styled hair as he worked and recorded his findings on his phone. She didn't notice the first time that he had a British accent. Probably from the shock she thought to herself. She quite liked it.

When he turned around after a couple more minutes he came to an abrupt halt, dropping the plate with organs.