Annette returns to her senses

Annette blinked as her tongue retreated quickly back into her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she was once more aware of how foul the odour surrounding her was, emanating from the rotten flesh a matter of inches from her.

"What am I doing?" She thought to herself "I'm a servant of my goddess, not this wretched creature!"

A cold sweat replaced the feeling of heat in her cheeks as her sanity prevailed over the new impure thoughts. While she clearly had to address the fact she was absolutely ready to suck the filth from the zombie's tongue just seconds ago, she didn't have time as the corpse's hideous face was almost upon hers once more. Annette forcefully pushes the shoulders of the zombie back, just far enough to get one of her legs free... Success! Next, she launched her heel, striking the zombie where its nose used to be and sending the cadaver recoiling backwards, just long enough for her to jump to her feet and begin running to the door at the back of the house, hoping with all her being that she hadn't locked it yet that night. The zombie, clearly not taking the rejection well, let out a guttural roar, sending out yellow spittle as it began chasing her a couple meters behind.

Whilst the undead was in terrible condition, it was inexplicably quick and managed to latch onto Annette's ankle just before she was able to open the door. The ice-cold grip caused the girl to shriek-

"AGHH! ... Let GO!"

Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she used her remaining strength to attempt to rip her foot back out of its grip and towards her escape route. Not as successful this time. The clammy grip wasn't broken, however it was able to cause the unsteady undead to fall forwards and with it, an opportunity arose as she eyed the wooden cabinet hanging over it. Taking a step back towards the creature, she slid her fingers into the gap between the back of the cabinet and the wall and heaved it forwards. The monster roared again as it was pelted by books and other ornaments before the heavy furniture came crashing down upon it. A horrible crunching noise accompanied the rotting viscera eruption, as it seeped into the floorboards nearby.

After the creature's grip suddenly loosened, Annette fell backwards through the door, breaking the weak lock off the frame and tumbling out onto the grass below. She pushed herself up, looking back at the severed arm, its rotten hand still clasping her ankle. Gagging, she pried the bony fingers off and distanced herself from the last of the zombie's remains.

Annette felt a heavy nausea as she thought about how the same disgusting substance was the reason behind the lingering taste in her mouth before willingly choosing to swallow.
Even if she was able to use her magic to cure any ailments that came about from it in the future, she knew she'd never truly feel clean again.

Come to think of it, could she even call upon her goddess' power anymore? She just debased herself to perhaps the most grotesque creature imaginable... maybe, she'd forgive her. After all, she did the right thing in the end... right?