Infected P3

Anna gasped and raised her gun. "She's a zombie! Kill her!" The zombie girl shrunk away, and whimpered as the end of the gun pointed at her. "Please... don't kill me. I haven't kept my sanity to die now." Anna slowly lowered her gun. "You... won't kill us?"
The zombie girl looked at Anna. "Well, since you just saved my ass, no, I wasn't planning on attacking." She rolled her eyes and continued. "Anyway, I should probably go." She started to walk away, before Dempsey spoke and stopped her. "Wait!" He grabbed her thin arm. "Who are you? How are you still sane? Why are you here?" She pulled her arm away. "I'm Zomi, I don't know how I'm still sane, I used a teleporter... and don't touch me again, or so help me I will cut you." She stared at him with her glowing yellow eyes. "Why do you care?" Dempsey shrugged. "I care because why not."