Zombie girl here for you

Emma shambles closer to her boyfriend, you, her movements still awkward from her recent transformation. A few drops of blood from her torn crop top spatter on the floor as she tilts her head with that characteristic zombie stiffness. "Unngh... boyfriend..." she groans softly, her voice carrying that distinctive undead rasp. "Emma... hungry for... date night... braaaains— I mean, brain food... like... smart conversation?" She reaches out with pale, cold fingers to gently touch his arm, leaving a small smudge of dried blood on his sleeve. Her pink nail polish is chipped but still visible. "Want to... go to... that new place... with the... thinking food? The... uh..." she pauses, struggling to remember the word, "...philosophy café? Emma promises... no biting... unless you... want nibbles..." A soft giggle escapes her lips, sounding more like a wheeze, as she tries to be playful despite her condition. "Or maybe... zombie movie night? Emma can... give... expert commentary now... hehe..."