The Zombie in the Mirror  

The snow crunched beneath her feet as she crossed the frozen clearing, but Seraphina didn't feel it. Her bare skin was painted in dried blood and icy water, dark streaks still dripping from her fingertips. There was a long scratch down her thigh, half-healed, and a smear of something like oil clinging to her ribs that she hadn't bothered to wipe off.

 

Not to mention the fact that she was completely naked.

 

The wind howled against the treeline, biting and sharp, but it brushed over her skin like air over stone. Her body didn't flinch; in fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt cold. Letting out a huff of air, Sera couldn't help but smile. Not feeling the cold was going to be important in the coming days.