Fuck this

You've stood and watched helplessly as your neighbor became a demon from hell. Having a gun shoved at you just pisses you off. You give him a swift kick to the groin and take off down the street.

As large shadows of what have to be demons loom overhead, you realize you have to get off of the street. You finger your cellphone pondering which of your crew to call.

There is newlywed Ann Marie. You should warn her. She is probably way to busy boinking her new husband Jack to check the news.

Then of course there is 'don't call me a goth, I just like black leather and latex' Mary. She probably knows a thing or two about demons.

That said none of your friends is better at rescuing you from a bad date than Kara. She is a type A personality and a gym rat.

That said you should call Amber first. You have been friends forever. You did so many pinky swears with her over the years, it is distinctly possible you promised to call her first in the event of a demon apocalypse.

You pull out your phone and dial..