Under a cover of putrefaction

Her green eyes darted around, looking for answers to what seemed an impassable obstacle. Closing them, she exhaled in an attempt to clear her panicked mind. A deep inhale pulled the inescapable stench of rot from her stained skin below, forcing her brow to reflexively furrow.

Opening her eyes once again, she looked down at the viscous slurry in countless trails between her chest and blouse, accented with the maggots nestled between the warmth of her breasts. It was her only option, but even so, it didn't stop her trembling with repugnance.

Looking down at the corpses around her, she looked for any of the felled undead, the more rotten - the better. She scurried from corpse to corpse until she heard heavy buzzing behind her. A swarm of flies had gathered around the drab lifeless form covered by a hooded cloak. Hurrying over to it, Annette pulled the body onto its back. Pierced up through it's throat with a bread knife, the zombie was definitely no longer a threat. Wary of the creatures in the alley behind her, she quickly maneuvered the decayed arms out of the cloak as the filth and rot smeared off against the cheap fur lining inside. After undoing the fastenings, Annette began to drag the tainted clothing off the torso, exposing the caked-on decomposition thoroughly spread across every inch of the cloak.

Taking another breath, Annette swallowed any remaining pride she had left, extending her arms into the slimy, damaged sleeves. She pulled the cloak up over her shoulders, splatting the contents down the back of her neck as the congealed mess slid down her form. The awful sensations spurred an intense nausea inside her, even before the heavily amplified smell of rot factored in.

Tightening the leather straps at the front, she was now in a coffin of the worst substance she could ever dream of. She dreaded the final step as her trembling fingers pulled the tip of the hood down over her head, mixing grey-green rot into her red hair as it steadily flowed into her scalp like a clumpy, odorous shampoo.

Footsteps echoed from the corner as her time ran out. Holding her breath, she lurched forward into the horde of rotten creatures - swarming flies in tow.