Dead Bride

The centre was full of zombies. Every year there were more of them. Some of the zombies this year were less than convincing but the Dead Bride was good. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble - tattered gown, grubby veil. Good figure too. He smiled at her and she shambled towards him - staying in character. He liked that. She placed a hand on his chest - flirting? He was flattered until he smelled damp earth and something worse and, suddenly, he had no wish to see behind her veil.