Tires screeching, Alex smiled. Damn this was a good car. Whatever his upperclassman had done to it, it handled rather nicely, despite appearing as a stock car. Engaging the wipers now, as the blood from the dead that strayed too close was starting to impair his line of sight, his reverie was shattered as his phone shook. Keeping on hand steady on the wheel, he reached down to look at the screen. Unknown Caller Id. Odd. Pressing the green button, he lifted the phone to his ear.

"Sasha, thank goodness you're alright!", a female voice rang through the speaker, relief evident in the voice.

"Ana, calm down, of course I'm alright, what did you expect?"
"There has been rumors swirling around, the rest of us are loaded way too heavily. Something is happening, but the higher ups aren't explaining."
"Higher-ups...? Wait, did Uncle drag you into it?!"
"Stay on topic!"
"Sorry, sorry. Yes I'm alright. It's...kinda hard to explain what's going on..."
"Did you get hurt?"
"No, no, I'm alright. How about on your end? Are you and Rin alright?"
"Of cours-ah! Looks like time is up! Got to go for now! Stay in contact!"

Alex pocketed his phone once again, before sighing. It was just like on of those stories people write, with the undead rising. But, every undead story seem to have some kind of source. So what could this one be?