I walk into a Rusty's Billiards bar and notice the clean pool tables with gambling players shooting amazing shots. I sit at the bar and look up at the small television hanging on the wall as a brutal football game between the Dallas Cowboys and the Washington Redskins take place.

"Welcome to Rusty's. What can I get you tonight?" the bartender asks.

"I'll take a beer," I reply.

My voice sounds rough.

"Rough night, huh?"

"Yeah. Same as every night, I guess,"

"I'm sorry to hear that. My name's Jill. How about a game?"

"Nice to meet you, Jill... Sorry, but I must decline the game offer. Tonight's not my night,"

"Tonight isn't a good night for me either. But every since the incident, every night hasn't been a good night,"

"Incident?" I ask after taking a sip from my bud light.

"Didn't you watch the news then?"

"No. Care to tell me what happened?"

"You'll never believe me,"

"Fine. Whatever. Anyway, thanks for the beer. I'm out for the night,"

"Hey.. wait.. I never got your name,"

"Mike.. Mike Chambers,"

'Mike Chambers? Is he...' Jill Valentine thought after Mike stormed out of the bar.
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It's just another night as I drive down the street in a pickup to my trailer home. A thunderstorm had hit the area, and it's raining hard. It's 12:00AM, and I'm practically in the middle of nowhere. I continue driving down a dirt road, the only road that would lead me to my destination. My watch shows that it's 12:06, I'm only 4 minutes away from home. I think about alot of things as I drive. I thinkt about family, old friends....and my sister, Rebecca Chambers.

I don't know if she accomplished her goal to become a medic, I don't know where she is now, and I don't know...if I'll ever see her again. I don't even know if I care about seeing her again. It's been years since I last saw my sister, she wanted to be a medic I last spoke with her. I had heard about the convict named Billy Coen, and some incident that happened on the train that he and my sister were on. I figured some idiots were just pulling my leg when they told me the incident that had happened and that my sister had been involved.

I'm now 2 minutes away. I'm driving 40 miles per hour, when out of nowhere a 70 year old homeless man walks out of the woods and onto the road. I try to miss him, but I end up screwing myself when I turn and my truck flips. My truck falls somewhere away from the road. I hear sounds, sounds that I never believe I'd hear in real life. It reminds me of those living dead movies. I notice movement, all around me. I hear the moaning sounds of a horror flick zombie. It can't be..It's im...It's impossible!