George looked down at Simon and then to the cured zombie. This was going to go bad soon unless George found a way to take control. Her hand went over the doctor's heart, searching for a good grip before she pulled his soul halfway from his zombified body so that he looked as if he was sitting on himself.
"Look! It fucking worked!"
To the poor soul who was now well, George looked like she was talking to herself in the air. Now she was going to need to keep him safe. Somehow.