My life as a teenaged Zombie Hunter

As per usual, I awake late morning, muddling over my last dream.
"A strange one indeed," I muse.
My visage forms a mien of distaste as I hear from outside the sirens of
a police car, and the deliciously delightful screams of children. (Oh,
Rae....) I yawn and pull my knee up to my chest as I shift
my body to lie on my left side and stare at the window, wondering what
occaision could warrant such a long bout of annoyingly grating symphony
of pain for my ears. I release my precious leg and roll to the floor on
my hands and knees, Quite pissed now as I peruse the room to discern
where the latest hiding place for my mobile...
"Ah, gotta stop taking my shoes off and using them as totes, damnit."
Taking a quick sniff to ensure my handy-dandy cellular phone of crap
didn't smell as bad as the shoes, I read the face.

10:48
08/03/2007

"Fucking eleven in the morning? What, is it a motherfucking
party I'm missing here??" I moan in my head as I set the bothersome
device down on the computerdesk, and step onto the couch underneath the
window to oggle the state of the outdoors.

A lone black honda civic LX greets my curious eyes, windows
rolled up, drivers door open, blood on the front hood of the car, blood
spot under the front left tire, empty car.
"Must be the cops chasing the damned driver of the car then, damn
these dusty windows." I complain as I trudge off the disgusingly
upholstered cushions to retrive my buzzing phone only to pick it up as
the screen taunts me with

1 Missed Call
List?

Sighing resignedly, I press the button to learn that the call I
missed was from none other than my very significant other, Ben Mendis.
I clear the screen to call him back and quite rapidly recieve a text
message from him as well. Perplexed, I open the message to read an urgent,
'Call me immediately!'