The eleven-year-old girl stood on the summit of Mount Washington, overlooking downtown Pittsburgh. She clutched her blood-soaked teddy bear in her right hand as she chewed. The city was ablaze in napalm fire. Gunshots rang out as soldiers struggled to fend off the growing horde of undead. Sunshine took another bite. Bridges collapsed as the military tried in vain to contain the outbreak. After countless millennia of waiting, her time had finally come...