She opens the door - clearly this person needs help!

Concerned about the health of the person trying to access the village healer's home with such urgency, Annette restarts her run to the door and swings it open for them.

....

"...H-Huh..?"

A few inches from her face stood something that should not be. A sick paradox of both life and ****. Before her was a human corpse, standing upright, rags presumably that it was once buried in feebly covering the rotting flesh that it's torso now consists of. Behind it led a slimy trail of what was likely the same decay that now covered this undead creature's body. She looked up at the creature's face, from it's lipless mouth, vacant of most of it's yellow teeth, and around an open scar in it's cheek. She could make out grey, lifeless eyes staring coldly down at her, as it expelled it's fetid breath. The zombie's arms outstretched and lunged forward.