3rd person closed: Zombie plot
Alex had built it into the schedule since he'd started Freak Nation: The place wasn't open on The Sevens. It was early morning and he was by himself -- the day seemed pretty quiet so far. Nothing on the journals, nothing on the news. He was listening for any more details about the explosion as he rode his bike up and down the walls of the bowl. Just the announcer on the radio and the sound of his tires ... until the puppy started barking.

Alex skidded to a halt at the top of the wall and blinked at the figure standing in the gallery. The door was locked. Or had been.

"Hello Simon," the girl said.

Alex did what any reasonable man would have: He fell off his bike. When he got back up, she was still there.

"Rachel?" She nodded her head once and gave him a sweet smile.

"You ... look good." For a dead person who might suck out his brains.

"So do you, Simon."

"Yeah ... about that..."