Peering from the edge of the closet, Emily's still watching Meredith - and gasps to see the results. Not from fear, but from sheer impressed awe. The zombie has no choice but to stumble back from the force of it, swaying on undead limbs before trying to awkwardly shuffle forward, whatever's left of the brain driving it onwards.

No self preservation means it turns its hissing, teeth bared aggression on Meredith - but she also know how to strike it down, since the injury she already made is pretty sizable.