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A month has passed since Al did the hit job on Don Giovanni. Al was lying by the pool, drinking whiskey out of a water glass. New Jersey wasn't as bad as he expected, and the hotel he was staying at was so bad either. Life was full of surprises, and there was another one right around the corner. "Kid," Al got up, a bulky man in a brown suit was standing in front of him. "time to get to work again." his eyes were cold and the scar across his face made Al uneasy. It was the same guy who was with him, Fred and Johnny during the hit. Al quickly went up to suite and got dressed and went down to the lobby. The guy was waiting outisde by a gray De

It was 15 past midnight when Al got to Battery Park where Johnny was waiting for him. "C'mon, kid! Get in the car." Johnny finished his soda and got in the front seat. "Where to?" Al climbed into the back where a guy in a black trench coat sat quietly, fiddling with a pocket watch, minding his own business. "That guy is Frederico Vicente, Fred for short." Johnny jerked his thumb to the man fiddling with the pocket watch. "This guy over here, you've seen him before. He's Salvatore Nobili, people call him Sally." he pointed to the guy next to him. A few minute later, the black Ford Coupe drove off, heading for Brooklyn. "We're going to a f

"Al! I'm glad you decided to stop by!" Johnny flicked away his cigarette and herded Alphonso into the Lucheri Plaza building. The lobby looked like it was a lobby for a five-star hotel. The high ceiling was held in place by towering white marble pillars with a Corinthian design. The ceiling itself was decorated by a portrait of God and man reaching out to one another. The floor was polished smooth granite that reflected the great portrait above. "C'mon, Al!" Johnny called out from inside the elevator. The building was 30 floors high and separated into thousands of offices handling different divisions of Lucheri Corp. The corporation handle

"Open fire!!!" Capt. Fausto set up his M249 on top of a crate and started to spray the incoming undead with bullets. The other soldiers did the same, blasting their guns full-auto, wasting no time in firing their rounds. The scientists who can fire guns were given sidearms to use. "Pistols aren't effective at this range!" Marie reloaded her Glock 17. "We're barely hitting them!" The horde's slow approach didn't seem to be staggered by the gunfire, any undead that was shot down was just trampled by the other undead behind them. Sgt. Marcos loaded his M203--"Fire in the hole!!!"--and fired at the horde. His grenade round scattered the hord

"Where the hell did they come from!?" Roel loaded a fresh clip into his FAMAS The group of survivors clustered together as a horde of the undead came out of nowhere and surrounded them. The group laid down an effective firestorm, but not without their fair share of casualties. "Damn it! They're too many!!!" Dr. Francois reloaded his empty magnum. "Hey! A hatch over here!!!" he pointed to a gray steel panel bolted to the floor. Without a moment's hesitation, Sgt. Marcos blew the panel open and called his men to get in. The group got away safely, but their numbers were smaller than before. "We can't keep getting into fire fights like that!"

17 hours after the initial outbreak, the group of survivors have been dissolved to almost nothing, but their determination to escape pushes them through the hell they were left in. "We're almost to the vehicle bay!" Dr. Francois was struggling to keep up The survivors ran across the corpse-littered corridors leading to the vehicle bay. The trucks and Humvees formed a barricade around the other end of the bay, but there were no security units. "Keep low..." Sgt. Marcos signaled his men to crouch. Capt. Fausto and four of his men sweeped the area for hiding zombies. "We've got a survivor here..." Capt. Fausto beckoned to Sgt. Marcos. Unde