Liv's POV
Nomally I would have been terrified of a loaded gun being pointed at my head but apparently Alice was a bad ass. I spin on my heel grabbing Sam's wrist in one hand the gun a the other. Somehow Sam ended up up on the floor at my feet.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry." Both stare at me, gun in my hand. "Are you okay?"
"What the hell are you." Dean asked me. "Why are there human brains in your fridge"
"What makes you think that it's human brains" I laughed, I had to find a way out of here. "I'm not crazy, they're cow brain. Tons of person around the world eat it"
"Would tons of people rush over here to get cow brain?"
"Would normal FBI agents take food from a morgue fridge?" I said pulling my best bitch face.
They both looked stocked. "Fair enough. Now, how do you know Alice?"
"Did. Sorry to tell you but Alice's body was found two days ago." They both looked truly sad.
"What happened? Did you-"
"No, I didn't even know her when she was alive."
"Than- wait is that." Sam stared at the brains on the table. I didn't answer.
"Oh' that's just wrong." Dean looked ready to throw up.
"What are you." Sam asked
I sighed there was no way a could fake my way out from this.
"Think about it sugar. What do you know of that eats brain."
"We know a hold lot of those. So why done you stop your game a tell us." He rises his gun again.
"You guys are no fun." I joked with a fake sad face. I got serious again "I'm a-a zombie." Dean laughed, he actually laughed.
"We've seen the walking dead." I hated that show thing. "You're joke aren't funny." Sam informed me.
"That show is so, ugrhh, zombie racist!" Dean rose an eyebrow.
"Zombie Racist?" He repeated in a mocking voice.
"Stereotypical?" I questioned myself. "Like top model and dumb blondes."
"So you killed our friend, Alice, for her brains?" Sam asked, or stated.
"I don't kill anyone. That's why I work at the morgue. I've never killed anyone." I paused, that was a lie. "Well, not anyone who was human, at the time, anyway."
"This is so messed up, Dean. Zombies aren't real." Welcome to Seattle. "Even if they were aren't they like rotting flesh and arghh brains." Sam said holding his hands out of front him. He looked like a exact from Michael Jackson Thriller video.
"Like I said, Zombie Racial." I signed.
"Okay, even if you are a zombie. Than doesn't explain how you know about us." Dean added.
"Oh' right. Well, when I eat a person brain. I just memories, or something along those lines. Some of them were out you two and an older guy, Bobby." Both of them looked down.
"Bobby is dead. He was like a father to Alice."
"Yea, I'm sure that's why saw the man torturing her." They looked at each other.
"That's a long story. Maybe you should sit down." I looked over to the chair. Ravi was going to be worrying by now. I took a quick look out the window, knowing Ravi would still be watching. Then I took be seat, guess it's story time.
