Still nothing

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she grabs the handle with both hands and pull. The knife has penetrated deep in your flesh, it might even be caught up in some bones. Eventually, she manages to pull it out. You can feel air rushing into your wound. It still doesn't hurt.

She smells very... alive. She must not have had access to a shower in a while, because you can smell a miasma of different body parts. Her hair, her armpits, her breasts, her ass, her pussy, her legs, her feet, they all release distinct odors, and in large enough quantity that you can sense it without even sticking your nose against her skin. She's gorgeous, and her very human musk makes you feel alive anew.

She stabs again, this time in the head.

This pretty girl's unwashed scent is the last thing going through your head as your brain fluids flows out around her blade. Your vision fades and your body gives out. You aren't undead anymore. You're just plain dead.

THE END