You move close enough to the owner of the store to be on the other side of the counter, and with your best practiced puppy eyes you try to plead to him.
"Sorry sir..."
"Little girl lost?" The man asks worriedly, "Parents near?" His English isn't of the best of course, but he's probably got enough tourists around to have caught on some words.
You're at an impasse. You can lie to the man or you can say the truth. But you want that shirt to blend in. You touch your suit and make a frown of disgust.
"Hate this." You say in your best English. "Prefer shirt. This dirty."
There's a light gleam in the man's eyes. After all a suit would probably fetch a higher price than a shirt now, would it?
"Want change? Have money?"
"Keep suit for change and clothes?" You say back as sweetly as you can. The guy is sold, and after showing you where you can change, he hands you the 'Thank god there's no government to embezzle tax payers money' and a skirt. The clothes is shoddy at best, but it's what tourists usually pay for, so it clearly wouldn't have been cashmere or one hundred percent silk or stuff like that.
You undress yourself and stare with a light shiver at your chest. There's a horrendous stitch at your side, where the mugger hit you with his knife, and then there's a wider X shaped stitch on your chest. As if...as if someone opened you up.
Did they remove all your organs? It makes you feel slightly sick, but maybe it's just a lie. Maybe this is all just scenic props and eventually someone will come and tell you that you're on a Candid Camera of some sorts...but you bit that guard at the cemetery didn't you?
Yeah, you did.
You're a frigging Zombie. An undead girl.
...Who's currently wearing tourists clothes and, as the man behind the counter gives you some stuff, also the proud owner of some 'sparse' change and a chocolate tablet.
"Now go. We not know each other, all right?" The man says slowly, winking and tousling your hair slightly.
You could always bit him now...
What will you do now?
Bite him?
Leave?