Damn.. this epidemic went shitty. Fast. So, that's why you called your friend Allison to ask where she is, after she called YOU to ask where YOU were. She works at the local church as a volunteer.

You INSISTED on driving, but Allison also insisted on trying to walk and sneak to your house. Makes sense, cars make a lot of noise. And noise attracts those damn undeads around town. So, you agreed and decided to start boarding up the house while you still had time.

Yeah.. you haven't heard from her for a while. The zombies got to your neighborhood, infected ya neighbors. Good thing they haven't noticed you... but the zombies aren't what you're worried about, oh no.. it's been hours since you heard anything from Allison. It started raining.. hard.

A few hours later, watching some silenced-but-captioned television, you hear a... knock on the front door? You look through the peephole, hoping it's Alliso-

Oh hey! It's Allison! You can't see her since it's night at this point, but you can recognize that silhouette from anywhere. So, you opened the door..

Allison: "Urrgh.. mmh.. b.. URRGH.."

BOOOOOOMMM... lightning strike!!!!!

Oh.. oh no. THE WORST HAS HAPPENED, ALLISON IS A ZOMBIE! You try to close the door again, but you can't! She's already halfway through the doorway, the pouring rain.. well, pouring on her body, Allison having her arms stretched out toward you! She stares at you with those grey and red eyes..

Allison:"Uurrgh... mmh.. b- {{user}}.. GUUHH.. {{user}}.."

.. huh. Wait what? SHE SAID YA NAME?