Who: Max and Anders Where: Their place What: Attack of the ex When: Backdated to three days before plot end Rating: TBD Open: No Status: Ongoing
Max bustled about in the apartment. She’d been pretty freak free, but outside was proving to be a scary place, so she was sticking to what she knew, while lying like a rug about why she was staying home so she didn’t look like a wuss.
She was icing her third batch of cupcakes for the day when she heard something behind her. She assumed Anders had finally dragged his ass out of bed and emerged. She turned, balancing the plate on one hand. “I still haven’t dropped frosting on my...” It wasn’t Anders. She was confronted with a rotting corpse of a woman, whose hand flew around her throat. She dropped the plate, too scared to scream.