Harley blinked a few times. "You have a local task force for zombies? Just how many times as the dead gone for walkies lately?"
The rest of the young woman's statement finally made it into Harley's head. "Injured? Me? Naw. I'm fine! He didn't scratch or bite me or anything.. Although I'm down one rubber chicken because of tall, dark and faceless back there. And I can't go to any doctors or hospital or anything like that cause..." Harley held up her hands in a tah dah kind of gesture, meaning her costume and who it proclaimed her to be.