Kallisto's attempts to sleep were failing horribly, thanks to one set of obnoxious neighbors in the apartment below hers. Being in the third floor apartment of a middle class complex, she'd think she'd finally have gotten away from the loud partying and thumping of young people in the night. Hell, even she herself liked to party every now and then, but not quite like this.<br/><br/>Crawling out of bed in stark nudity with only her tattoos along her body, Kallisto let out a string of curses. Guess it was time to get ready and go downstairs and give those assholes a piece of her mind. Screaming and hollering at 4 something in the morning. She headed into the bathroom, pulling her long silken black hair into a low ponytail with a tendril falling thinly on each side of her face. Brushed her teeth, washed her face, and began to dress. A pinstripe halter-top (http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/spicylingeriestore_2133_1751124588) the size and coverage of a bikini top, a pair of long boot-cut leather pants (http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad267/JannayDiamond/spicylingeriestore_2137_459776829.jpg?t=1292135691), and a pair of tweed tesla ankle boots (http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/spicylingeriestore_2136_271794777). The tattooed woman then moved towards her door with long, almost furious strides, and burst out into the hallway.<br/><br/>"Oh... well damn..." Kallisto said suddenly, as her eyes scanned over the blood on the walls and the few zombies. For a moment, she studied the bodies that were creeping up out of the emergency stairwell, and knew immediately that they were probably bloodthirsty undead. Call her a geek, but her boss at the Ink Zone talked about the zombie apocalypse every day, almost as much as he talked about porn. Kalyani Stovall just as suddenly as having burst out of her door, jumped back inside of her room.<br/><br/>She shut the door of her apartment and bolted the lock, running through the room. Time to get on with an emergency plan. Major thing one was to pack her things, get to her car, and get out of the city. Kallisto moved through her room, jerking the duffel bag out from under her bed that she usually carried her gym things in. She tipped it, dumping the contents on the floor, before moving to her dresser. She packed three outfits tightly wound, and then a pair of slip-on Chuck Taylors in classic black and white in case her favored heeled boots broke. Then it was her tooth brush, a few other personal hygiene things, and her medications. Zipping up the bag, she slings the strap over her shoulder and heads back towards the door, looking now for a weapon. Her eyes search quickly as she suddenly hears banging on the door. Great, fantastic!<br/><br/>Kallisto has an idea though. Grabbing an old school wooden broom, she kicks the head with her heel and twists the rod until the wooden shaft came loose. Holding up the wooden rod in one hand, she unbolts her door and opens it, preparing the stick for when it opens to slam the base end into the face of the zombie that decided to knock...<br/>