Sanko did feel hungry. Not alot, but a little. She went back to where her zombies were waiting for some of the less dead soldiers to rise. When she got there, she saw all of them, maybe 15, standing there waiting for her.
"This is going to be fun. Go get yourselves a meal. You desearve it. Travel in packs of 5. That way the other sentient zombies won't mistake you for cannon fodder."
She dipped her hand in a pool of blood on the ground, and she smeared a little Scyth image onto each of their foreheads/helmets/skulls.
"This way, the other's won't bother you. The Reavers are joined..."
She licked the blood off of her hand. It tasted good.