Zombies in the Kitchen like Roses

There's a killer in the kitchen. The knife feels good in my hand. I'm thinking about zombies and female killer. The dominant male killing streak ends between these killings and I want to know how she could make herself do it and how long did her thoughts develop into a killer chick with attitude. I'm talking about Stacy Strickland. When she killed her boyfriend, he was talking to a friend of hers but there was no contact for sex, just a touch of common ground that led him to believe her when she said she wanted to kill him and that she meant it. He was close. But she got closer. He died on her birthday which sealed the pleasure she felt when she had thought about it. There's something more to this I believe would shed light into my feelings of fear from dead corpses and living lovers. I have to know more. The End. The smell is sweet.