Molly whirled around, gun in hand. She knew the person couldn't be up and around, she had killed them quick, putting a bullet right through the heart. The soul was screaming at the violation. She ducked behind a wall in time to avoid a gunshot, the ghosts whirling around her.
Sometimes, the Catholic upbringing won out when it came to her oaths, "Christ Almighty," Mol breathed, "Zombies. I bloody hate zombies," she grumbled.
At least this one appeared to not be out for her. She had more than a few times where they'd been out for her brains. Work for WHO, you'll see everything and then have them turn on you in the end.