With the Corrupter flying away, the new sister-zombie stood stock-still on the spot where it had been created. It's face, just like it's mothers' before her betrayal, was frozen in a rictus of horror, and it's eyes showed nothing but a steady, unchanging, completely dead light.
Then the doorbell rang.
The zombie didn't move, even though it immediately rang again and again, and the person ringing started pounding on the door and shouting "Gracie?!? Gracie, are you in there?!?! Gracie, are you alright?!?"
The pounding continued for a few more seconds, then was replaced by indistinct conversation; apparently a new person had come and was talking to the pounder. Then, the window beside the door shattered, and a burly man in a work shirt tumbled through.
"Gracie!!" he shouted, starting to run through the house. "Bobbi!! Are any of you still here?!?! What was that thi-"
The man ran in to the hall where the zombie stood.
"Kel-" he started to shout in relief.
The moment the man entered it's field of view, the zombie began to move like quicksilver. In a moment it had tackled the man and forced him against the wall. Then, with immovable arms it pinned his head to the wall and began to devour his sternum.
The main screamed in horror, undergoing a terror incomprehensible to those of us who have not experience it. He tried desperately to move, but like the werewolf before him, he had no chance. In a moment he was doomed.
"Greg!!!" screamed a voice, and over anonymous protests, a woman raced into the house. The instant she saw the zombie she let out a scream identical (though higher-pitched) to her husbands, for the zombie had abandoned its meal to leap upon her just as it had Greg. Greg himself was currently gasping his last breath, his will to live completely snapped by the sight of his wife being devoured. This time the zombie had sprung with it's head first, and it had spread it's jaws impossibly wide (the flesh had torn at the edges of it's mouth) so that it could engulf the woman's entire face. Her screams were muffled, then stopped.
The zombie paused, then, and did not return to its original meal. Greg, as he was formerly known, had just risen to his feet, and was now walking slowly toward his former wife's corpse. Simultaneously, the two zombies began to feed.
By an incredible stroke of luck, the house was built so that the zombies could not see the outside, and thus could not see the crowd of people gathered outside, nor the heroic woman holding them back from trying to conduct a rescue. When the zombies finished their meal, therefore, they simply stood in place once more - the original stock still; the new creation, who lacked the glowing eyes of the first, wobbling slightly but not wandering.
Unfortunately, an emergency response SWAT team was on the way.