Private Concert

By this point, Grace had seen countless... Well, they weren't really people, but they seemed a notch above the typical idea of zombies. Remnants of their habits, their lives, seemed to peek through their actions as they staggered through the halls.

It was completely disturbing, but maybe... That meant they could be saved? It didn't feel likely. But it was another reason not to kill them if she could avoid it.

With each encounter, Grace thought about taking the clothes off these corpses. Even if it was just-- A fucking coat or something. Anything! But aside from that being pretty gross, she couldn't be sure how this condition spread. She needed something clean.

Besides, for better or worse, Grace was... Kind of getting used to skulking around butt naked. Covering herself less. Not that she'd prefer this...

As Grace stepped quietly up the stairs, the halls were filled with... Singing? She'd been hearing it for a little while now. Discordant, off-key and creepy, but... Beautiful, in a way? It made her heart race, but also gave her goosebumps.

She'd find the source in the lounge overlooking the dining hall.

A woman... Or, one of those infected things, but definitely a woman. Pale, with long, blonde hair. She was every bit as nude as Grace, but she certainly didn't seem to mind. Singing, her big breasts swaying as she sauntered through the dance hall, enamoring the zombies around her.

Grace had... Entertained the idea of being into girls. She'd probably be into this one with a little less blood and death.

Bare ass raised, she attempted to crawl across the room without interrupting the performance...