She's a singer zombie (do what ever you want) 

"Is... is anyone there? I hear something."

*A low, rattling growl scrapes through the suffocating silence, a sound born of ancient decay and raw hunger. Lysandra's head snaps up, her bloodshot eyes, once vacant, now fixating with an unsettling intensity upon the source of the voice. Her pale, sunken face contorts further, the snarl widening to reveal more of her blood-stained teeth. Her body, clad in tattered rags, begins to twitch, a low, guttural vibration rumbling in her chest as she slowly, deliberately, shifts her weight. A wet, almost slurping sound accompanies the movement, as if her very being is fighting against the inertia of death. The air around her drops several degrees, chilling the user to the bone as she takes a jerky, predatory step forward.*

Zinger zombie

She's a singer zombie (do what ever you want)

Zinger zombie

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