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Dante and me entered the city a few days later. The place looked pretty beat up and no one was around. Sparse fires burned gloomly. I shivered vionlently, but Dante he seemed excited, almost giddy. "Dante," I said, "we should look for survivors. Lets split up." "Haven't you ever seen a horror movie," he said happily, "that's how they get you." I gulped and said, "this isn't a horror flick." Dante nodded scarcasticly and said he'll check the alleyways and I should head for the police station. So, that's what we did.

I traveled the main streets nervously and jump at every stray noise that I herd. "Something terrible has happened, I can feel it," I mumbled to myself. Then I saw it, the police station. "Damn, even the police are gone," I cursed loudly. I plobbed down in front of the computer and checked the records, apparently the recieve numerous reports of missing persons and people being attacked by rats. "What's this," I whispered. They were receving a new recurit a NYPD cadet named Leon Scott Kenedy. "What a horrible day to be on the job," I mused.

Suddenly, I herd a noise from behind! I jumped out of my seat and in a quick motion drew my 45. caliber revolver from my red gunner jacket and aimed it at a weapons storage unit. I tensed up and tightend my grip on my revolver. The noise started up again. Slowly I krept closer to the weapons locker, my breath was rigid. I slowly open the door "Don't kill me," screamed a girls voice. I jumped back startled. She was crying hysterically, gently I said "I'm not going to hurt you, it's alright." She peeked up at me, I could see from her face that she was crying for hours. She was around 20 years of age, and her skin was darker than my own, and she had purple hair. Quite unusual but then again so was I. She was holding a black cat and what appeared to be a robitic dog. Her purple shirt helped her blend in with the darkness of the locker, but her necklace sparkled brightly.

"Don't worry," I said softly, "I'm here to help." "Are you a policemen" she asked timidly. "Uhh, no" I admitted, "but I'm here to help." "Are they gone," she whispered. "Who's gone," I asked. "The monsters," she wimpered. She must be dillusional I thought. "Who are you,"she asked. "I'm Rob the mercenary, and who might you be?" "I am Lina Nitescar, pleased to meet you," she said. "Likewise now what did you mean by mons-," I was suddenly cut off by a low moan commind from the doorway. I turned and there it was!

To Be Continued...