Johnny took Sarah away and over to a firepit that started in his front yard. A small group of them gathered around cooking food and smores, James the drummer brought over an acoustic and played some campfire songs. Johnny didn't think anything of the bitten guy, shrugging off the thought as that man wandered over toward the barn with a few others. There he seemingly passed out on the grass, with no one realizing that he was slowly dying.

Meanwhile, back in town Ethan Hall drove his police vehicle in to the morgue, a small building that was -taking in more dead bodies than ever before. Ethan brought in yet another dead person, similar story to the rest. When he brought the body in the mortician opened the bag up and took a look. She had been there all night, and she told Ethan that the main thing in common was the bites.

"That's the forth one this week, Ethan," she said and sighed, pushing her glasses up on her face. "Whatever it is, I fear it's highly contagious and spreading fast."

"There are already barricades being set up by the military outside of town," he stated. "It's getting worse, is it airborne?"

"It's too early to tell, but very well could be," she replied. "It's a viral infection I believe. Mercy Hospital in the city is packed with people showing similar symptoms. Something horrible is spreading."

"We'll figure this out, I'll have a broadcast set up by the morning," he said as he made his way to exit the building. "Keep me posted, I've got a few more stops to check out." Ethan exited the morgue, and off in the distance he could hear the partying and noise from the Blackburn residence. He decided to leave them alone, giving them one final night of fun before news really broke out.

As Ethan peeled away, the mortician put on her headphones and started listening to her favorite music, classical. She continued working on the fresh corpse, not noticing the one rising up behind her. Slowly the dead bodies rose from the tables, pushing through the open bags they were set in. Keeping her back to the danger, she couldn't hear the snarling and movements as more of the dead began to stir and rise. 

She paused briefly, and when she took off her earphones and turned, it was too late. She didn't even have time to scream as she was instantly pounced on. One of the walkers forcefully bit into her throat, ripping out her flesh and preventing her from screaming. Then two more piled on top of her and tore her apart until there was little left but blood and bone.

When the meal was finished, the undead walkers pressed against the unlocked doors and slid out into the open night air, where the sounds coming from the Blackburn party caught their attention. The walkers went toward the noise.

Johnny came back to the firepit and handed Sarah a plate of food and some water, sitting back down and joining the conversation. They were discussing the news and everything that was going on recently, while simultaneously relaxing and not making such a deal about it all.

"It's gotta be something coming from the shipments over seas," Perry, the band's manager blindly stated. "Probably carried over from China."

"Nah man, it's a disease the birds carry," Russell added.

A young blonde girl, nicknamed 'Barbie' for her resemblance to the doll, came over and sat next to Johnny. Laying her head on his shoulder, she whispered, "Ditch the lame chick, lets go to your room Johnny." 

Johnny winced, he had made it clear to Barbie before that they were no longer a thing and were just friends, yet when alcohol was involved she seemed to forget all of that. Trying not to make a rude scene, Johnny leaned back to her and whispered, "She just lost her family, back off okay?"

Barbie huffed and gave Sarah a glare briefly, then got up and headed away and toward party goers at the barn. She walked right past the bitten man who was lying dead on the grass, though he reanimated and she was the first flesh of notice. Pulling and dragging toward her, he followed into the barn unseen by anyone.