Allison began taking off the pounds of make-up she had previously put on the actor, for the zombie movie. Another movie, meant another paycheck. That was what she needed. Her apartment was the size of a crackerbox hotel room and it was $1000 a month. That's what she got for living the dream. She lived in Redondo Beach. Not the classiest of the Sounthern Cali towns. Every day she'd get up at the crack of dawn to slap on gross, gooey make-up for whateer zombie/horror/monster movie the company she worked for was filming. As a little girl she had dreams of becoming a big hollywood movie star. When she got older she knew she needed a way in, so she went to cosmetic school. As soon as school was over she booked it out to L.A. Because rent there was so high, she grabbed the first job she was offered. The make-up artist at Warner Bros. in the horror division. She figured she would only have this job a few months before being moved to better, more high-profile jobs. Five years later, she's still there. Stuck in the same job, rotting away, letting her talent go to waste. This movie she was doing was a real doozy. It was called Blood rain, blood lake...something like that.
She had the usual sheet of the sctors names and her directions. It was always pretty much the same group of about 30 or so, 20-something actors playing high school kids. Allison scanned the lest and came to a name she did not recognize. James Lafferty. The name sounded familiar, from TV or something but he was new to this list. It was 6am and his appointment was for 615. She got everything ready. All she had to do to him was make a gash on his leg a some bruises on his face. Just then there was a knock at the door and it opened. Their eyes met and Allison thought "Well that's not all i wanna do to him"