She waited with baited breath against te bar counter; her eyes locked onto the human sleeping against the wooden table in front of her. She chewed on her boney finger anxiously, wishing for her beloved recently wedded to awaken.

“They will wake, dear. Don’t worry yourself with it.” Miss Plum gently spoke to her, her hand going to rest on her shoulder.Everything was cool and swell until the human began to stir, the undead watching, never having seen such a fleshy creature down hear.