"You're a superhero," Liv said flatly. It wasn't really a question or a statement. While it didn't sound like much of a dark secret, it was still a hell of a thing to reveal to her. She couldn't exactly hold out on him now.
"Eight months ago I went to a boat party. They were passing around some kind of designer drug. It was stupid. I don't do drugs, I don't go to parties, I was working to complete my residency so I could become a doctor and help people."
She sighed.
"Then people started attacking and eating each other. I tried to jump overboard but someone infected scratched me before I made it. I woke up in a bodybag. The ME on the scene was so freaked out that he misidentified me as a 'dead girl' that no one looked into it too thoroughly."
Liv rubbed the back of her neck.
"I'm a zombie. I transferred to the morgue. I eat brains of the dead. Sometimes I get their memories, skills, or quirky personality traits. I told the police I was a psychic so when I eat murder victim brains I can use the memories of the dead to help solve crimes. If I don't eat brains I get dumber and meaner. And I've seen what happens to infected like me who are starved...