04.08: Dead Girl

Jenny reluctantly took his hand and stood up. It felt unusually warm to her, either because she had grown unfamiliar with physical contact, she was undead, or a combination. She let her hand linger far longer than was necessary she had grown accustomed to the cold to the point that it no longer bothered her but she liked the warmth.

She eventually realized after a moment or two she held on far too long and took her hand back. He didn't seem to recognize her and she wanted it to remain that way. She didn't want people to associate this undead thing she was with who she used to be. "Most call me Dead Girl or Zombitch was by a blind couple I helped. I liked the combination of words of the words, a favorite pastime of mine, didn't particularly care for their tone."

She kept staring at Harry's hand. "I could have phased through it but I couldn't concentrate. I didn't want to get something stuck and not have a way to free it like last time. Last time I tried I had to destroy a very expensive armoire."

"Sorry about the zombie animals. You were strange to the neighborhood and strangers usually mean trouble. I commanded them not to attack unless I told them to. They were meant to distract you. I can only do that to the recently dead. With the number, I was able to summon I think there is a serial killer in the making in the neighborhood assuming what they say in tv and movies is correct about children who kill animals not counting hunting."