As Harley ran she mentally flipped through a file in her mind of all the legends and movie 'facts' she knew about zombies and none of them mentioned zombies being able to speak, let alone shout clearly so Harley skidded to a stop and spun around to face the person behind her.
The long hair streaming out from under her Stetson hat and her graceful curves proclaimed she was a woman and a small part of Harley mind noted that she was a red head too. Something that Harley had a weakness for.
"Hey Red." Harley greeted the woman she didn't know. "I would love to chat with you..." Harley gave her a slow appraisal and a smile broke out on her face. "I would REALLY like to get to know you... But can we get a little farther away from the cemetery first? I ran into a dead head a few moments ago and we ain't talking Grateful Dead fan here. And momma Quinzele didn't raise me to be zombie chow!"