It was 'sposed to be a fun Halloween night.

Drop little Hazika and Kamau off at the Halloween party your cousin's throwing with a bunch
of the other neighborhood kids. Call Jahi, talk a little with him during his dinner hour at work -- see you later boo.
Go on and catch a double flick feature at the multi-plex --
the perfect 'relax alone' tonic for a rough week at work -- and I mean both jobs.

Right.

All it takes, you learn, is some creepy idiot with a skin-bound book to ruin a rare night of relaxation.
Next thing you know, the ushers are acting kinda' strange, people start screaming, and just
as you think you get away, one of 'em chomps at your neck . . .

Everything goes sorta' blurry after that. You wake up and the theatre is empty excepting some dead bodies.
All the lights are out, but somehow it's not hard for you to see. God . . . why am I so hungry?
Shambling your way out of the movies, you see the city on fire, and you join the endless hordes of
demons and zombies munching their way uptown, all of them just like you,
all of them, food, needing food, needing blood.

A bad night. Hurts. Need food.

It's gonna be a loooooong night.