Another microfiction I posted to Mastodon (and therefore limited to 500 characters).
‘No! NO! Bad boy. No biting!’
She hauled it off her cowering apprentice.
The apprentice shuddered. ‘I don’t think I’m ready yet.’
‘Nonsense. You just need to take a firm hand with it. Oh, and give it something to chew.’ She produced a strip of dried meat from the folds of her blood-crusted robes. ‘Here boy! Want some jerky?’
The beast’s mouth lolled — she popped the jerky inside and patted his bald, flaking head.
‘See? He’s a good zombie, really.’