Oh this is a lovely idea!
One of my favorite descriptions is this paragraph when Sandra returns to her old home:
Her lips turned dry as she recalled the unmade sheets, the tangle of bodies, and that unwelcome sound. Fingers curled into the mattress beneath her. Her throat tightened, and with it, the familiar ache in her chest. The walls closed in on her until all she could see was the synchronized movement of shadows. Her breath rattled in sharp and shallow gasps. A familiar numbing sensation spread from the tips of her fingers down to the sole of her feet. Her vision blurred and she thought she was floating.
And for Dark Bytes, I really loved writing this scene:
The fence shook as an undead man flung himself onto it, his fingers reaching out to grab her. Shocked, she released her grip and the barbed wire bounced back into place. As she hurriedly backed away from the growling undead, a cut on her wrist caused her to hiss in pain.
With no time to lose, she unslung her rifle, aimed it and- click.
No ammunition. That last horde of undead must have spent all of it. The sound of gunshots in the distance caused her to jerk her head up. Sam…
A loud animalistic shriek followed and then, one last gunshot.
(Sorry, one last one! )
He hesitated as images of blood and screaming resurfaced in his mind unbidden. Looking down at his palms, he saw the marks of dark red scratches where there were in fact none. He remembered the anger he felt when he saw the terror in her eyes, he remembered the satisfaction it gave him when he sank his clean blade into the man’s chest, he remembered that pure animalistic instinct all too well. And it frightened him.