Emily is on campus to visit her 'boyfriend', and she's dressed for the occasion in a pleated blue skirt and a form-fitting white t-shirt paired with cute red flats. The fake glasses keep catching her hair in their clasps and it's annoying, but such are the things she has to put up. She's just texted him (where r u? come let me in ^_^) from where she's sitting in the bus shelter when she looks up and spots a woman in severe need of a shower approaching a cluster of students waiting to catch buses home, and doesn't think anything of it until she bites one of them.

Emily half-starts up, even if she'd deny it, and then witnesses the girl being bitten tear off the woman's rotting ear, which clues her into the fact that perhaps there is something worse than an ordinary assault. She considers telling Danny to stay inside, decides not to, and leaves the bus stop after she sees the crowd tear the woman off and go running.

But there are more dead men walking, and so Emily is still for a moment as she scans campus and decides where she'll go next.

In the course of an average 11 PM  to 7 AM shift, a person can only do so many things to keep himself occupied before there's nothing left but the L.A. Times crossword puzzle.  He can make the schedule, which he has done (Poppy can't work Tuesdays anymore because she has a night class, he's actually going to have to fire Drew because even the most apathetic of managers can only ignore the coke residue in the employee bathroom so many times), he can restock the cigarette cartons, he can clean every single mirrored surface in the store until the reflection of his ridiculous eyes is inescapable, he can even occasionally wait on a customer.  Mostly he is refusing cigarettes to minors, whose stray thoughts produce a variety of expressions he doesn't bother to control.

Frequently, this makes them go away faster, and Liam is all right with this.  At 3:09 AM "Ziegfeld Follies hit song of 1913" (eleven letters across) is eluding him, and in the strange way where he never really feels much of anything, he is content. 

From experience, he should know this indicates a massive upheaval of some kind shortly incoming.