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The newcomer appeared to be moving cautiously at first, confused at the lack of the usual resistance. The sight of decayed corpses with fresh wounds re-assured him that the place had already been cleared of its inhabitants, though it might be worth examining it for any items of value that were left behind.
In life, stealth had become instinct to her, and she retained this now, observing the newcomer and waiting for her opportunity. She didn't groan, and barely made a noise shuffling across the ground. Unusual and unexpected behavior for zombies. As he entered a series of hallways, she took up her position and waited for him to round the corner. When he did, he was met by a hand grabbing his head and, pivoting, smashing it into a wall.
Stunned, and having dropped his weapon, she had no trouble falling upon him, tearing and breaking until his aura faded away. It seemed the door was left open, though it was unclear if it was the newcomer's doing or hers. Around it was a pervasive sense of life, drawing her outside.