It was a dark night. As if there is any other kind. The street was empty of people. Charred cars and other unidentifiable wreckage lay about, cast off and forgotten by thier owners. The street was pretty once, with gaily painted storefronts and banners glinting in the sun, proud crowds of patrons rushing about, purchasing thier heart's desires.


And now? The street is still filled. But not with people. With the fraking undead. Dozens, hundreds, if not thousands of them; a slavering slobbering mass of the living dead. But that's okay.

I have my rifle. And three friends to help me out.

Grabbin' pills...