Prologue

A door slams open and two figures emerged from the building, frantically running down the alleyway while screams and gunshots can be heard from behind them. The duo takes a left only to be met by a metal gate, the top covered in barbed wire blocking their path. A noise can be heard on the other side and both men take a step back as something steps out of the shadow towards them, its right arm stretched out and its left hand pressing against the gate as it tries to grab at one of them, but to no avail.

The screams coming from this thing was horrible, the kind that had cold shivers running down your spine. The noise that it made quickly attracted the attention of others and they all start to move towards the gate, trying to reach the pair.

Wasting no more time they quickly turn around to take the left path before their pursuers catches up to them. As they make their way through the narrow walls they knock over the few metal trash cans to try and deter their pursuers until they reach another gate, luckily this gate is much smaller and looks clear on the other side.

They threw their weapons over the gate and quickly start climbing over doing so with ease. They jump down but are surprised by an infected that was laying silently against the wall to their left. It grabs at the younger man’s leg but his companion quickly jams his machete into its skull killing it instantly.

“Thanks” The man said with a relieved tone.

“Hurry and grab your pistol they are not far behind and their gunshots are attracting more of the Infected”

His companion nodded and quickly retrieved his weapon, as they both continue to run down the alley looking for a way out. The men eventually reached a set of stairs leading to the streets but blocking their path is yet another metal gate.

Like the first gate this one had spikes and barbed wire covering the top and was not climbable so they quickly started looking around for something to break the lock and force it open. With the only item being metal pipe they grab it and jam it between the gates lock and handle and they push.

Just as the lock started to give way their only escape route becomes a death sentence when the Roamers on the street pressed against the gate, having been alerted to their presence by all the noise they made.

Being trapped in the alley, their only option is to fall back when they are suddenly grabbed from behind. Two of their pursuers caught up to them and a fist fight breaks out between the survivors.

The younger man tried to raise his pistol but it was quickly knocked from his hands while the other pulled a knife out on his older companion.

“We where going to kill you quick but after the shit you just pulled we are going to take our time beating the information out of...” The attacker barley finished his sentence when the older man delivered an elbow to his jaw

“Not fucking likely pal” he replied

The younger man struggles while his older companion disarms his opponent and delivers a devastating blow to his throat, making him fall to the ground in seconds.

While he tries to locate his machete the younger man manages to get his foot behind the Bandit’s and force him to the ground, starting to punch him in the face gets repeatedly until his companion tells him to move.

He does so just as his companion brought his machete down burying it into the skull of the bandit.

Their victory is short lived however as the gate behind them breaks open and the dead starts swarming into the alley. With no time to retrieve his pistol the two men starts running down the stairs, back the way they came.

Luckily for them most of the Infected started ripping into the bodies of the pursuers, leaving only a handful to chase the two. They reach the metal gate and as they start climbing the dead catches up to them and starts clawing at their feet.

One latches onto the younger man’s leg, the noises chilling to the bone.

The man moves violently trying to shake off the Roamer, but loses his grip and tumbles forward, hitting his head and when he looks up everything seems blurry, slowly fading out.

“David? David?! DAVID!”