Sam wasn't sure whether to laugh or feel insulted. As she wrestled with the decision, she covered her face with both hands. "'M not a zombie," she muttered into her palms. She wished she could make it sound funnier. The problem was, for most people, zombies weren't exactly a far cry from vampires.

Or the other way around.

Her teeth ached. She felt the pinpricks of her incisors, against the inside of her lip. She realized that the only reason she wasn't going fizzle pop was...

Well, either her Coils. Or else this wasn't earth's sun.

Both had some fucking scary implications.