Observe

There was only one good solution. If he left, he would never know. If he investigated it might get him in trouble. Zack preferred working behind the scenes, unseen. People in the spot light, were targets. He had only recently stepped into the spot light in his company at the end, toppling the other candidates for a new position.

The past was however, irrelevant, and all that was left was to survive. In the old days, failure meant a loss of a raise, perks. Now it meant ****. Moving back and to the side, he kept an eye on the torn up apartment and watched.

Time seem to pass at a snail like rate, but Zack was a very patient man. Soon enough the shower turned off, demonstrating that not only was someone in the apartment, but they were intelligent. Likely a survivor. It was amazing, considering they didn’t board up the door. Unless this wasn’t there place. Still it was reckless to leave it partially open.

Finally a beautiful woman with long black hair came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. Her milky skin was smooth and perfect, and her towel was held up by her rather large breasts.

When she moved toward the kitchen, he finally saw her eyes. They were covered with a white film, as if she were blind. But the way she moved, it was obvious she could see. He watched her open the fridge and look for something to eat.

What kind of zombie eat normal food? Took showers? What kind of creature was he dealing with? More importantly, why the hell did she have to be so hot?