Christina Rollins' House

Situated on River Avenue, her house is across the street from Lieutenant Damian Handy (Link to his home). A somewhat modest, two story home with multiple rooms and a kitchen with a smallish yard.

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September 24th, 1998


Christina's eyelids flutter open at 6 AM, her alarm bleating worse than the sheep her grandfather tended in Pennsylvania. She groaned, her purple negligee half slipping off her shoulder as she clumsily feels the air for the annoying machine. She tips the empty wine bottle over in her blind sweep for the alarm clock, which hits the carpet with a light thud. With her attempt at seduction gone awry, she decided to just drink the cheap wine down as she watched late night television. She supposed he was still in the process of moving in, and thus hadn't seen the note she left for him which simply read: "My place (her address), at 10 PM. I have dinner and wine. Lets get to know one another." She had watched him moving packages into the house across the street since summer. A handsome young man, perhaps a little young for her taste, but he was built rather nicely, tall and above all was a helpful young man. She knew he was a cop, so it could have been he was working late. She didn't know his shifts, and on top of that he still hadn't fully moved in last they spoke, which was the day before. He was hoping to move in fully though. Soon. She just chose the wrong time to act, she supposed. "Ugh..." she moaned, rolling out of her bed, her breasts bobbing behind the dainty satin material. She had spent a little fortune on this nightwear too, which is saying something with a teacher's salary! She supposed it made decent pjs at the very least...

She got up, clamping her hand on the alarm with a heavy slap of her hand before she half shambled to her shower room. It was somewhat dark in her room thanks to her closed blinds, but as she turned the light on in the bathroom illuminated much of her room. "Uh... gotta grab that note before I go to work... be silly now if he stopped by later and saw it..." she yawned, talking to herself as she pulls away her sexy clothes and entered the bathtub and shower combo, pulling the curtain close. She felt it was odd when the shower didn't immediately start like it normally did... but after a moment hot water jets streamed from above and began to cascade down her lovely, creamy form. Her double D's bounced as she lathers them and her curvy features with soap. Her scarlet hair last, was shampooed and conditioned before rinsing. Once finished, she wrapped a towel around her jiggly, sprinkled wet body and stepped out from the steamy bedroom to blow dry and brush her short hair. Her blue eyes glanced down at her phone, and noticed the cell's bars were zero. She raised a brow to that, but shook it off as simply spotty connection. The cell towers were new around here, as cell phones were slowly becoming more mainstream and not just for corporate businessmen and lawyers.

She slipped on her silky panties and lacy bra, her dark hose, white skirt and navy satin button down. She slipped on her blazer and her heels before splashing some fancy Parisian perfume on her neck and began to head out the door. It was so... quiet. Usually the neighborhood was, but it seemed even more so this morning. "Probably that big game..." She commented, grabbing her purse from her kitchen counter and a bottle of OJ from her fridge. She fished for her keys, as another hand grabbed a bagel from the bread box. If it was one thing she missed from Philly, it was the bagels. New York could claim to be better, but true Philly's knew best! And the store bought crap was just... 'acceptable'.

Outside, there was a warm breeze; a trace of Indian Summer lingering as she made her way over to her old chevy. "Huh, who died?" She snorted, commenting on the quiet air. She was truly unaware of the situation at all as she turned the ignition of her vehicle on, and backed out of the driveway. She brakes suddenly, parking the vehicle, biting her lower lip. "Dammit, the note!" She hissed, undoing her seat belt and made a pigeontoed half sprint over to the police man's house. She stood there, half red with embarrassment, half imagining him and his... desirable form to appear at the door step. Now she really hoped he didn't decide to move in the night before!

Thankfully, to her somewhat relief, her note still remained. She sighed, her breasts bobbing as she pulls the note away and slipped it into her blazer's inner pocket. "Phew... okay..." she sighed. She returned to her vehicle, finally noticing movement on the streets, but the rising sun shadowed their forms. She ignored them, as she enters her vehicle, closing her door. She glances at herself in the rear view mirror, seeing one of her neighor's shadowy forms lumbering sleepishly into the street in a bathrobe. "Mr. Lombardi.... no pants today. Again." she sighed. She didn't want to see anything else, given the man was pushing 80 last she recalled, so she put the vehicle back into drive and continued her way down River Ave.... unaware that the old man was not only half naked... but bleeding profusely from his neck, and now had milky white eyes and a thousand yard stare... she was unaware of all of these features as she passed many of her undead neighbors along the way to Ivy Private school.