Run up and accost that old lady

"Hey!" you shout as you close the distance to the old lady, "Hey are you a zombie?!"

The old lady stops in her tracks, and only her head turns to look toward you. Slack jaw, loose grey skin, clouded eyes, yep this looks like your standard undead. The moment you're within cleaving distance you loose your blade. She slumps, cloven thus, to the ground.

You claim some tattered rags and a bag of Werther's Original brand butter candies from her corpse and carry on looking for more zombies.

A nearby demon nudges his demonic buddy. "Hey, did you see that?" he asks.

"See what?" the buddy responds.

"That weirdo over there just cleaved an old lady and looted her corpse." the first demon says.

"Sick." says the other.

You travel out of earshot before you can hear any more.