Prologue

It is a beautiful Saturday in October. The sun is shining and the temperature is in the mid 70's. I am getting ready for the afternoon shift at Coco's, a popular hamburger and karaoke bar that most of the college kids hang out at.

I enjoy everything about my part time job, the uniform, which consisted of a black, ruffled mini skirt, a white button down shirt with 3 quarter sleeves, a skinny, striped pink and black tie, white knee high stockings with pink bows, and black high top converses, the money I make, and the people I serve.

I separate my chestnut brown hair into braided pigtails, threading pink ribbons into the bottom hair bands, tying them into neat little bows. I continue getting ready by applying powder to my slightly tanned face, applying hot pink eye shadow to my eye lids, and lining my green, hazel eyes with black eye liner.

Once I finished with my make-up, I put all my toiletries in their pouch and toss it into my black duffle-bag containing some stuff for a little trip to my brother's place. Both of my parents, unfortunately, killed in a car accident when we were in high school. High School and school in general, was a hard time for me. I am telepathic, but I say I'm telepathetic. Being telepathic is no picnic, you hear everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything; from peoples opinions of you to their personal life. Fortunately enough, I managed to cover it up and do well in school, I just never got too close to anyone nor had any boyfriends.

I go through my mental checklist before zipping up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder and heading to the door of my dorm room.

"Bye Kaity, Bye Naomi," I say as I pass by their rooms. The twins huddled over there books on Naomi's bed, in pajamas, their strawberry blonde hair tied up in messy buns, apparent signs of vigorous studying for exams they have later.

"Bye Z," they manage to mumble, simultaneously, without looking up from there books and study-guides.

I walk down the corridor and ride the elevator down to parking garage and climb into my black VW Beetle with Green Day blasting through the speakers as I drive down to the little bar. I enter through the employees entrance, waving to my boss, CoCo, when I stuff my purse into my cubby hole, putting on my pink apron, stuffing my order pad and pink feather pin in the front pocket, and grabbing my tray, black with a neon pink light on the edge. I clear my mind mentally before stepping out into dark bar, neon lights and black lights being the only light source, and slapping a happy smile on my face.

A couple hours into work, when my shift was about over, I realize something isn't right. I see a girl double over in pain and rush to the bathroom, and then others, both male and female, do the same thing. I walk over to the hallway containing the two bathrooms and let my mind do some searching.

Oh my God, what was in that fucking hamburger…Oh no; I think I'm going to be sick…

"Boss, something's not right" I say rushing over to the bar, minds clicking off all around me.

"I'll sa-" She was cut off by a blood-curdling shriek coming from the bathroom, followed by banging and more screaming as people sally through the doors of the bathroom and begin attacking other costumers.

My boss screams, and I turn to see someone attacking her. I grab the bat that is hidden behind the bar and swing at the customer attacking my boss, managing to side step before I am tackled by one of the ravaged customers. I manage to get the customer off my boss and kneel beside her quickly to check her pulse but unable to find one. I give a frightened squeak as I get to my feet and bolt out the door grabbing my purse on the way out the door. I see the ravaged customers run down the street after normal people as I climb in my car and get on the highway, getting farther away from this place as I possible can, hearing on the radio to evacuate the area because the undead are attacking.