Threnody walked the hall from the rec room to the library like a zombie. If she noticed the people in dark camo she made no indication of such and indeed, walked right on past them as if called by a siren's song to the library. The ghosts smelled so good. She felt like she was floating as she walked into the mass.
A gunshot followed and she fell to the floor laughing in sweet, sweet joy at the taste of the dead even as bled out through the hole in her lung. She'd be dead soon, and wouldn't even feel it.