"Undead and Loving It (Not)"

The year was 2025, and the world was about to get a whole lot worse. Claurice, a brown-haired, brown-eyed teenager, was jamming out to her favorite band, "Electric Storm," at the annual "Tech-Noir" music festival in downtown Los Angeles. Their best friends, Skye, a golden blonde bombshell with piercing blue eyes, and Hana, a dark-haired beauty with baby blue peepers, were dancing around her like lunatics. The band was known for their over-the-top performances, which often featured pyrotechnics, acrobats, and a healthy dose of crowd-surfing. But this year's show was going to be different. As Electric Storm launched into their hit single, "Cybernetic Overload," the lead singer, Vince, began to rant about the dangers of technology addiction and the importance of embracing the digital revolution. Claurice rolled her eyes good-naturedly, singing along to the catchy tune while exchanging a skeptical glance with Skye and Hana. That's when it started. A strange, pulsing glow began to emanate from the stage, and Vince's eyes turned a glowing shade of green. The music warped and distorted, like someone had cranked up the feedback on a guitar amp. The crowd began to murmur, confused and a little scared. "Guys, what's going on?" Claurice shouted above the din, grabbing Skye and Hana's hands. Suddenly, Vince's body began to contort and twist, his limbs elongating like rubber. The green glow grew brighter, illuminating the shocked faces of the festival-goers. "Is this part of the show?" Skye yelled, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and terror. Hana shook her head. "No way, this is not part of the show!" The music reached a fever pitch, and Vince's body exploded in a shower of sparks and blood. The crowd erupted into chaos, people screaming and running for their lives. Claurice, Skye, and Hana were swept up in the tide of panicked festival-goers, desperate to get away from the stage. As they stumbled through the crowd, they saw something that made their blood run cold. People who had been bitten or scratched by Vince's flailing limbs were... changing. Their eyes turned green, their skin gray and decaying, and they began to shuffle and lurch like... well, like zombies. "Oh. My. God," Claurice whispered, her eyes fixed on a former festival-goer who was now attacking a nearby security guard. Skye grabbed her arm. "We need to get out of here, now!" Hana nodded, her baby blue eyes shining with fear. "We have to find my brother, Alex. He's a medic – he might know what's going on and how to stop it." The three friends took off in a sprint, weaving through the panicked crowds as the world around them descended into chaos. They had no idea what lay ahead, but they knew one thing for sure: their lives were about to get a whole lot more complicated. As they ran, they could hear the moans and groans of the newly undead, and the screams of those still alive. The music festival had turned into a nightmare, and Claurice, Skye, and Hana were just trying to survive. But for how long?