Jake glanced over at the women next to him for a moment. She was definitely attractive…and brunette. Brunettes were a particular favorite of his. Most of the girls he’d hooked up with in college were brunettes, save for the few blonds and redheads here and there. Yup, he had definitely been quite the playboy in college. Relationships hadn’t really gone his way, so he’d opted to just have as much fun as he could. After all, who wanted to be tied down during the best part of your life? Jake sure didn’t. Not when there were a gazillion hot girls running around campus. His last relationship had ended when the girl he had been dating insisted on moving in with him. That led to a pretty quick break up. And after that, it was no more relationships…<br/><br/>Jake turned his attention back to the woman behind the counter, offering her another smile.  When he heard the brunette’s remark about getting the phone back in one piece, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her remark. “And what happens if you accidentally drop it and bring it back in two pieces?” Jake replied, glancing over at the girl again. He wasn’t even sure if she had been trying to make fun of him. But regardless, he was going to give her a little crap. Not to be mean of course. Jake then looked back to the woman behind the counter as she moved to go get the Advil. He watched her set a small bottle of Advil down along with another clock to replace the broken one. “Keep the change,” Jake replied, smiling to the woman again as he reached out to grab the bottle of pills and the clock.<br/><br/>He could hear the news report in the background, but he hadn’t really been paying it much attention until he heard a sudden ‘holy shit’ blurted out by the other brunette Jake turned around to look at the television. The reports were saying the riots had gotten worse and that there were a large number of people being rushed to the hospital with bite marks. When the reporter said something about the dead coming back to life, Jake shook his head. No way. Once you were dead, you were fucking dead. Coming back to life after being dead only happened in those zombie movies. Not in real life…at least Jake hoped so.<br/><br/>“I sure hope it isn’t real. It sounds like some shit you’d see in one of those zombie movies,” Jake replied. Jake didn’t have any problem believing the riots were real, but the dead coming back to life? He’d probably have to see it to believe it. But then again, they’d apparently just showed it on the news report. So could it possibly be real? Jake let his eyes wander from the TV over to the girl clutching on to the telephone even after she had hung up.<br/><br/>The news report prompted Jake that he should probably check in with his friend, who worked in the downtown area of Detroit. Jake pulled his cell out then dialed his number. It continued to ring until it came to voicemail. "Hey, Matt give me a call when you get this. Was just wondering if you knew what the hell was going on." After that being said, Jake shut his phone then slipped it back into his pocket.<br/>