Do you call Mary, Ann Marie, Kara, or Amber?

Amber

You dial up Amber. It rings quite a few times and you fear the worst. Then, just before it goes to voicemail, she picks up.

"Mara, thank god! Tell me you're ok!"

"I'm in a little trouble. You know there is a demon apocalypse going on."

"Already had some hellbitch try to go lesbo on me, so yeah. Did you check you messages? I called you first just like we pinky swore in second grade."

You look around. "Hadn't had a chance yet, apocalypse thing. If I don't get off the street soon I'm dead meat."

"Where are you?"

"Corner Main and Central."

"Perfect! I'm two blocks away. Mary's car broke down so she went to work on the bus, manager has to be there and all. Now she's trapped at the mall. I'll pick you up and we'll head there."

"You sure she's ok? I wouldn't want to be in a lingerie store right now."

"She's at one of the department stores. She took off after some of her infected workers wanted to 'party'."

Amber's silver pick up screeches around the corner. She comes to a stop next to you, and opens the door.

"Need a lift?"

"Hell yeah." You respond.

"Kara is picking up Anne Marie. We're meeting at the mall."

You hop in and adjust the seatbelt as Amber floors it. You breath a sigh of relief as you screech away from your apartment, Lynn and a persistent incubus.