Caroline is a family lawyer—or she used to be until she started her nasty habit of eating dead things.

      Don’t worry, she’s far too left-leaning to actually eat people, which is something zombies are exceedingly good at. How she came to become one of the walking dead is quite a miraculous story given that she’d actually been bitten by the rotting husk of a long dead magistrate who was under the control of a necromancer. The only thing that kept Caroline from completing the transformation into a full-fledged zombie is that the necromancer had a weak heart and died of a coronary embolism at the precise moment the zombie magistrate took a chunk out of Caroline’s left shoulder. That I’d just blasted the necromancer with a bolt of lightning probably helped speed up the massive heart attack.

      I am, if anything, helpful.

      Somehow the necromancer’s magic infected Caroline and as a result, she retains all her pre-zombie faculties with one or two small exceptions. She is technically dead because she doesn’t have a pulse, and her body temperature is lower than ten degrees Celsius. (She still breathes air, and her body isn’t decomposing though she is unnaturally thin so I’m not exactly sure how that works.) As well, there’s this nasty business of eating small mammals and assorted sundry, you know, alive. I asked her why she doesn’t eat people, her response? Because she’d feel guilty.

      Yes, Caroline is a zombie with a conscience.