Rachel Goldstein needed to look sexy for her high school reunion at Bar Precipitation down on the shore. Anthony would be there, and she needed to ensure he regretted dumping her a decade ago. Luckily, Forever Young Tanning Salon was now open twenty-four hours to keep up with demand. The salon also provided a believable alibi whenever she needed to explain to her husband her missing hours and why she returned home sweaty and in need of an immediate shower. He was a good provider, but she was a Jersey Princess that needed a lot of attention, more than what one man could provide. She had only paid for a twenty minute session tonight, but when the bleached blonde at the front desk did not auto shut down the system after her time had expired, she figured she would remain and soak in the free rays.
After thirty minutes she could smell her skin baking and realized it was time to leave. She turned off the tanning lights, lifted the lid, removed her goggles, and before she could adjust her eyes to the room, she realized she was not alone and not the only one who smelled her roasting flesh. Zoe, the front desk girl, was standing in front of her. Zoe’s shirt was ripped open and blood was dripping from her hand.
“What the hell, you lesbo freak?” Rachel screeched. “How long have you been in here?! Get out!”
Zoe did not respond, but lunged at her fake-baked client and went right for her the low hanging fruit, digging her teeth directly into Rachel’s left breast. The resulting POP and the splatter of blood and liquid silicone broke Rachel out of her panicked catatonic state with a scream. That scream acted much like a dinner bell, and four others, hollow-eyed and hungry, burst into the room searching for the sound and the smell that had drawn them there. Soon they all got their first taste of roasted kosher brisket.