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[center][h1][color=D9E0F9]Tiffany Lyle[/color][/h1]
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[color=D9E0F9][b]Location[/b][/color]: Massachuesetts, Eagle Law Firm (Dream)
[color=D9E0F9][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Law[/center]
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Tiffany sat down at the glossy table, waiting to hear the news. Having interned here for what seemed like years (but, in reality, had only been a year), she was eager to hear if she landed a job. Landing a job from your internship often spoke highly of you and this was one of the better criminal law firms in the state. They handled tough cases in surrounding states also, even jetted people off to tackle things in Washington D.C. if things got hairy enough. She didn't care much about that though. In fact, her mind raced elsewhere.

She looked outside. The town was bustling. People were moving constantly, going about their day. Unaware that in a week's time, the world would end as they knew it. Most, if not all, of those people down there would be dead.

She shook her head. What made her think that? How grim! The door opened and in stepped Damon Eagle, the eldest brother of the law firm. He looked no older than 40, but he was at least 50, which was impressive. He smiled at her and walked over as she stood up and shook his hand. "Miss Lyle, let me be the first to congratulate you on your upcoming graduation. Top marks in your classes? Impressive! Not to mention the wonderful work you did for us while you interned here. I think I can speak for all of us here by saying you helped us out tremendously." He had that kind of smile that made you want to smile too. He oozed charm.

Such a shame he would die within the first five minutes of the outbreak. Running from his home, leaving his 23-year-old wife alone to fend for herself. The jackass.

Tiffany grinned back. [color=D9E0F9]"It was a pleasure, Mr. Eagle. Thank you for the opportunity."[/color] Damon waved his hand. "Please, call me Damon. After all, we are going to be colleagues." Tiffany took the words in, but it hadn't registered. [color=D9E0F9]"Are you saying...?"[/color] Damon laughed, "Of course! Welcome to the Eagle team!" Tiffany shot up, huge grin on her face, and shook the man's hand again, eagerly.

As she did so, she felt the slack come off of him. She glanced down and noticed Damon's hand, still attached to her own hand, but not to his arm. She threw it down in a panic and almost screamed when she saw that Damon had changed. Instead of the handsome, charming man she was talking to, it was a rotting corpse. She backed up, nearly falling over the chair behind her. She glanced back out the window and saw the destruction. The fire. Buildings torn down, corpses lining the streets. She could almost hear the screams through the soundproof glass.

No, this was a mistake. She had this!

But it wasn't. This was reality. She knew it. Soon, Damon's corpse shot up, groaning as it lurched its way towards her. This was the life she knew now. Law would never again be her calling as she took off one of her heels and stabbed the man through the eye. [color=D9E0F9]"That's for letting your wife die, you asshole!"[/color]

He stopped, but soon, kept coming. Tiffany panicked. [color=D9E0F9]"What? I stabbed your head! You should be dead!"[/color] Soon, the doors busted down and a horde entered, all shambling towards her. Damon, in the same voice he spoke before, spoke again. "Tiffany, you should know. You won't ever be rid of us. We will always be here. Always. Your mind is fucked! Fucked!" He started laughing, uncontrollably. 

She backed into the wall as the horde got closer. She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She wanted to run, but couldn't. Her one last thought before she could feel the deteriorated skin on her was....

[color=D9E0F9]"Ray...."[/color]