P.E.T.Z. - People for the Ethical Treatment of Zombies
an excerpt

For what seemed like forever all Sara could do was stare, stuck in a weird stasis-like state as the... thing seemed to be on autopilot and unaware of its impediments. It, (she had to keep thinking of it as an it or she would go utterly mad, not that she was mad already, no no no, she couldn't be, she was just experiencing a slight turbulent period of adjustment, that's all it was really. Just keep saying to yourself over and over Sara, I am not insane, I am not insane, I am not crazy at all, and it will be true. Just take my word for it Sara, you will wake up in a few minutes and everything will be quite alright, yes it will, don't worry little girl.) was still wearing the yellow and purple polka dotted sun dress with the white lacy hem and frilly red bows that grandma has always been so fond of, but soiled in mud and the humours of the grave.