Kneeling down right beside the now still corpse of the zombie I had killed, I grimaced a little as I wrapped one hand around the shaft of the arrow and braced the other against its face, keeping it in place and allowing me to slowly, carefully pull the arrow free.
Bits of brain, bone and flesh clung to the arrow as it was dislodged from the head of my kill, bringing with it a stench that permeated my nostrils and almost made me gag as I tried to ignore what I was doing.
The fact that this was a 'proper' zombie - meaning it was completely humanoid and all that - made this all the worse for me since it felt like I had actually killed a person rather than a monster, though one reluctant look down at the pallid grey flesh, milky white eyes and rotted teeth made it clear that this wasn't a person.
