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The zombie, standing idle in a clearing, raised its head and sniffed the air, swinging around dumbly in search of food.
Cleo hit its shoulders at terminal velocity, driving it straight down to the ground. She dug talons into rotten flesh and felt it give with sickening ease, wrapping claws securely around its collarbone as she pinned it, wriggling weakly, to the dirt.
She sat back for a moment, studying it, brown wings still spread side. A loose feather, pulled free by the velocity, fluttered to the dirt. Yeah, it seemed to be about the right size. It would do.
She picked up one foot and, with one neat stomp, crushed its skull. Its jerky movements stopped abruptly.
She rolled it onto its back, and, with her talons, set about dissecting. She needed a new kidney and maybe a heart, if this one was any good, but one look confirmed that it wasn't. Oh, well- the kidney would be enough to make this worth it, anyways.
She could always eat the rest. Vultures weren't, generally speaking, picky.