A 100 word story . . .
Zombie In The Kitchen
It was the smell Keira noticed first: like a rotting mouse under the floorboards. Pungent wafts of air wrapped themselves around her throat, making her gag.
Working in a soup kitchen, she encountered many people with hygiene issues, but this took it to another level. As she turned to face the poor soul in need of nourishment, she froze. Her jaw dropped and the pot she was holding crashed to the floor.
Open sores and rotting flesh lurched forward, and the bite, when it came, delivered warm darkness. When light returned, all that mattered was finding her next meal.