Duck Lake and sweetly she did sing (p -zombie)

Zombie was not one that was too proud for charity, and the mere mention of fish made her mouth water. She nodded, the motion slight, and took a tentative step towards the woman that would offer to save her. She watched, intent, as Alo caught several pounds of fish with ease and tossed them towards her. Zombie ate, tearing hungrily into the pale and scaly flesh, swallowing without chewing until her belly felt fatter than it had ever been. She would vomit it back up, later—the meat too rich, her stomach too unused to food.

The girl would follow Alo with as much loyalty as she could muster, her starved heart won over by the generosity of the woman.

Zombie had no way of knowing that it would soon break, when Alo abandoned her as though she meant nothing. Just like all the others.