A reporter wakes up in a morgue and finds herself a member of the undead, before vowing revenge against the sect which put her there.

Bishop: I choose to experience everything the world has to offer, in exchange for a few meaningless lives.
Sadie Blake: [after being shot twice by Rawlins] That fucking hurt.
Eve: Good and evil are just imaginary friends.
Bishop: Why are you doing this, you're one of us?
Sadie Blake: Not by choice.
Bishop: Choice? What is that, who has a choice in anything?
Sadie Blake: You had a choice in raping me, and leaving me for dead!
Sadie Blake: [asking Clyde to kill her] Finish it. I can't live unless I kill, and I can't live that way.
Sadie Blake: Here I thought bartenders were supposed to be like priests.
Sadie Blake: Death is different now
Bishop: You're one of us.
Sadie Blake: Not by choice.
Clyde Rawlins: Every war has it's casualties Sadie, no one's innocent.