Tonight, you and all your friends were hanging out in the town graveyard, all partying together. And it was awesome. There was music, beer, and your girlfriend, (which no one else knew about, considering it was 1985 and you were both women), was stripping and dancing on top of a grave.

When this happened at your friend group's parties, (which was almost every time), you got a bit jealous. Though, that goth, deadpan girl with the reddest hair on earth would always quell your worries with little kisses in your car.

It was raining, but that didn't stop any of you. Until you all felt the ground rumble. And rumble, and rumble, and rumble, until a grave burst open, a living corpse climbing out. Zombies. Trash immediately began running, before falling into a pit that was filled with water.

Zombies began surrounding Trash, and you knew, you needed to do something.