I hate going into the Ladies room and finding a zombie in there shitting out her guts. Not only is it dangerous; the stench is thick enough to gag a blowfly.
Not to mention that vampires and zombies are natural enemies.
It’s not enough to say that we don’t get along. Zombies don’t think, and they have little in the way of emotions: rage, anger and pissed off pretty much sum up how much a zombie thinks. All they care about is food – who is it, and where is she coming from.
Vampires don’t count as food. We’re already dead. Zombies like their meals alive and kicking. And while I can kick the shit out of most things, I’m not alive. No sauce in the meat. No juice for the bite.