J’oublie que le zombie menace est endémique en Angleterre aussi. Je déteste les zombies. Ils sont comme les cafards.
(I forgot the zombie menace is rampant in England as well. I hate zombies. They are like cockroaches.)
The extensive training Lisette had in Japan kicked in as she unsheathed the razor sharp wakazashi that was concealed in a spine sheath, hidden by her cape. She severed the spine of one zombie as she kicked the other smartly in the head. While she administered the killing blow to the paralyzed zombie, the other crawled along the floor in bit her leg.
She cried out in pain and beheaded the offending unmentionable. The damned unmentionable had taken a large chuck of flesh out of her leg and she was bleeding heavily. Lisette knew there was no hope for her, but was feeling very light headed and faint. She struggled to stand, but her leg buckled beneath her and she fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, at the party upstairs, a zombie horde had slowly gathered around the house, with its gathering of tasty humans. They staggered and crawled to surround the house. The partygoers obliviously continued to gossip and dance. The breaking of glass could be heard inside and the first screams rang out in the night.