Of course not...

Grace kept her head low as she eased her way across the lounge on all fours. She thought for sure that the zombies would've seen her at this point, but they were so enamored with the singing, they seemed to be completely oblivious-!

Not that Grace could really blame them.

Off-key, messy and hardly containing any rhythm, but this songstress managed to sound hauntingly beautiful, regardless. Everything about her was beautiful. Even here, pale, naked and coated in blood, she looked enchanting! In a... Freaky, Halloween-y kind of way.

Grace couldn't help imagine things going a little differently. A different time, with Grace being a little more brave, and this beauty being a little less... Dead.

She'd laugh at Grace's pitiful, stammering attempts at flirting. They'd watch scary movies, with Grace shrieking at every little moment. Hell, Grace might even enjoy being naked with company like this! A naked date under the stars, being serenaded by this beautiful songstress--

As Grace got caught up in her daydream-- A silly, but welcome break from the non-stop terror-- She narrowly avoided crawling straight through a puddle of blood! Instead, her shapely backside bumped against the piano besides her.

Causing the lid to come crashing down, and a loud, reverberating thud to echo through the lounge.

Time practically stood still in that moment. Grace didn't move, didn't make a sound, didn't even breathe! She just sat there, crouched, ass raised. Worse than that though, there were no footsteps, no groaning... And no singing. Grace's lip quivered. She slowly raised her head...

And found the songstress kneeling over her. Her long, bloody hair dangling, along with her generous chest. The zombie-- Named Selena Corey in some scattered documents-- Wore a look of pure curiosity on her face. Wide, crazy eyes, peering straight into Grace's baby blues.

"Umm. H-Hi. I really liked your... Song. I guess."

Grace was talking to her. God, why was she talking to her? Could she even understand her? Voice quivering, she slowly began to stand, careful not to provoke the undead singer.

"M... My name's... Grace. I'm FBI. Even though I'm uh, naked and really don't wanna be here." Standing up fully now, her hands clenched nervously at her sides. Selena leaned in, close enough that their naked chests touched! Grace was as stiff as a statue, as if Selena were a massive dog taking her scent.

"C-Can you... Sorry. Can you understand me? I really don't want any trouble..."