The sky was littered with several grey clouds above the infamous town known as Liberty City. Usually, this city seemed lively at night, but at its current situation, these lights stayed low. Pale-faced, softly-growling, tattered clothe-wearing figures roamed the streets mindlessly, in search of human flesh. These things were zombies, and they were hungry for humans under this night sky.

My name is Gray Skyer, a 21 year old who makes a living by working for the mafia. I'm the kind of guy that doesn't give a crap, but at the same time, wants to make sure I live. I had barricaded myself in my apartment for about two weeks now after the infection spread. You know, I was actually hoping to leave this mafia business and head down south to some place like Vice City. I wanted to live normally, really. It looks like it's not going to happen now. Right now, I'm driving in my Blista Compact, heading to the airport.

I drove through the streets of Broker as I slammed my front bumper into the oncoming zombies that attempted to attack me. These things seem to react a lot to sound and light. I turned quickly onto Montauk Avenue, going towards the ramp onto the Algonquin Dukes Expressway. I checked my surroundings, and noticed how much the city has changed. Aside from the flesh-eating creatures, many of the buildings lights were off. I looked over to tall buildings in the distance that made up Algonquin; even those buildings lights were off. Damn, this infection hit this place hard.

I switched on the radio and adjusted the dial a bit in hopes of receiving the radio station I was longing for. Bingo, there were sounds of voices coming from it. "Safe evac sites are Francis International Airport, Happiness Island, and Alderney Correctional Facility. Heli-evac runs are being held at all sites, with one helicopter for each site. Broadcasting from Happiness Island, this is Liberty City Protection Radio with updates every ten minutes." I smiled. One helicopter run from Francis International, and then I'll be out of this city.

The zombies continued to scream as their inner, bloody contents spilled out of their bodies. I drove through one last zombie before I turned onto the ramp. I drove on the road and arrived on the Algonquin Dukes Expressway, driving east to the Francis International Airport.

I pressed onto the brakes, hard. The car came to an abrupt stop, saving me from colliding with the cars scattered along the highway. "I should've known," I muttered to myself as I surveyed the area. There were cars everywhere, all blocking the way to the airport, on both roads too. I could both take my car and take a long route to the airport, or I could hot-wire one of the cars at the front of this motionless traffic jam. I reached over to the passenger seat and picked up my AK-47. I also grabbed a Colt M9 and slipped it into my pocket. I also reached for my backpack filled with supplies (including ammunition) and put it on. I figured I would probably end up in the same situation if I took another route, so I decided on the other option. I kicked open the car door and stepped onto the highway road. The air was crisp and chilly. Luckily, this road didn't contain any zombies that I could spot. I walked towards the messily-placed cars, with my AK-47 held up to shoot. The tension was killing me, and I was ready to shoot at anything that made sudden movements. All of the cars were empty, and there was one truck in the middle of it all. I just continued forward. I stopped at the front of it all. A gasoline truck lay sideways, covering half the road and the other half was some stopped cars. I sighed in relief as I saw that the road ahead of this jam wasn't too busy. I opened the door to the minivan in the front of the traffic jam and sat in the driver's seat. I reached down under the steering wheel. As soon as I laid a finger on the wires, the alarm sounded loudly. I froze in disbelief.

You've got to be kidding, seriously. And then, I heard the scream of zombies that had heard the car alarm. I cursed as I stepped out of the sounding car and ran back into the mess of cars. I could already spot the zombies running down into the highway with their bloody mouths aimed directly at me. I climbed onto the Cluckin' Bell truck and stood on top of the trailer. I watched as the shrieking zombies ran towards me, and I immediately knew I was screwed. The car alarm stopped, and now the zombies were just attracted to me.

They almost ignored that the cars were there and just climbed on top of them to get through. My eyes grew serious. "Here's when the real mafia work starts!" I yelled as I began to shoot the zombies with my AK-47 bullets. Two of the zombies I hit fell backwards and didn't move from there. I quickly circled around, jamming the zombies' brains behind me with bullets. I held down the trigger at the zombies to my left side as they were thrown backwards from the impact of the bullets. The screaming of zombies continued as I violently murdered the rest of them as they attempted to climb the truck. Blood covered the ground and on the cars. I reached into my back pocket and grabbed another clip. I swiftly reloaded and recovered to shoot again. More zombies were coming as I shot a group of zombies in front of me. I looked behind and was astonished as a zombie stood on the truck with me. I dodged its hand as it nearly came down to clamp me. I pushed it away, delivering a bullet to its head. I rejoiced from the surprise and continued to cap more zombies.

From the vision in my peripherals, I could see a white ice cream truck coming towards me from the airport's direction. It crashed through the minivan and the cars around it as it stopped sideways. I looked at the driver's window and recognized the man in it. I smiled, and was given some courage to kill these stupid zombies. I shot savagely at the zombies coming after me. I could still see the man in the ice cream truck, standing in the truck and putting something up on the wall. He leaned over to the dashboard and pressed something on it. The music from the truck came on and the zombies stopped. The man in the truck exited the truck with an M4 Carbine in his hand, and went over to the side of the cars. He watched as the zombies that were once attacking me were surrounding the truck, attracted to the joyful music being played from it. The man walked towards me from there, and I smirked at his clever face. I came down from the top of the truck and stood in the middle of the car mess.

"Vincent Siena," I greeted, "How's it going?"

"I've been doing fine," Vincent replied.

"Great," I said, "So are we going to leave those zombies there to fondle with your drug truck?"

"Nope," Vincent answered bluntly, "They get bored after a while. So here's what you do." He took out a small remote from his pocket. "I've got a C4 in there and I'm going to blow it up. Plus, with that gasoline truck still intact, it'll add for some serious damage."

"Cool," I responded, "Then we can go to the airport and get out of here?"

"No," Vincent said, "I was just at the airport. Turns out the helicopter pilot that ran the evac runs at the airport was infected somehow. His helicopter crashed into the side of the airport."

"And," I started, sighing, "Now that damn place is overrun." Great, now I have to get to Happiness Island, or all the way to Alderney.

Vincent nodded bluntly. "You got a car?"

"Yeah, why? Are we going to Happiness Island?"

Vincent looked away, with his normal, serious eyes. "No, there's been talk about an empty helicopter on the Getalife building in Algonquin. We're going to go there and get it."

"Yeah, so…" I began, "If there's a helicopter on top of that building, why hasn't anyone else gotten to it?"

"I don't know," Vincent said, sounding impatient, "Maybe they're scared to go there or something. But the fact is that I'm not." He gestured towards my car. "Let's go."

"Oh, alright," I answered as we began to walk towards my car, "I'll do anything to get out of this place."

Vincent pressed the button on the remote and a large explosion erupted behind us. I turned my head and gazed at the gigantic explosion as we walked towards the car. I could hear the shrieks of zombies reacting to the explosion. Vincent just stared on forward.

I got into the passenger seat and laid my AK-47 atop my lap. Vincent got into the driver's seat; he knew where the Getalife building was. We went in reverse to turn the car around, and then drove west along the Algonquin Dukes Expressway. Our eyes were set on the tall buildings of Algonquin that weren't as illuminated as usual. We sped through the highway, zooming down the Algonquin Bridge above the water below. I spotted the Getalife building, set in the midst of the other tall-standing structures.

Taking a few moments of crashing into stray zombies left on the roads, and dodging a couple of stranded cars, we managed to arrive at the Getalife building intact. We left our car in the fairly empty underground parking complex below the building. We walked over to the elevator room, our weapons with us. Yellow tape was stuck on both of the elevators.

"What a damn disappointment," I said as we continued to examine the doors.

"It says to head to the main lobby," Vincent added, pointing at the sign with the message on it, "So we'll just do that."

We took the stairs up and peeked through the door that led to the main lobby. The room was dark, with the furniture in it scattered around. It was too dark to see anything, so we pushed the door open and slowly walked through. Vincent and I turned to the right side of the room where the elevators were.

Then, a zombie shrieked, surprising both Vincent and I. Vincent raised his machine gun and shot the zombie violently, its blood splattering in the air. The zombie screamed helplessly and fell to the ground.

"Great, dude," I spoke, "You wasted a lot of your bullets from that." Vincent just grunted.

We ran towards the elevators and pressed the button to go up. It looks like the closest elevator is at the fifty-fourth floor according to the screen above – great.

Vincent and I then heard more screams of zombies in the background… they must've heard the gunshots.

"Great," Vincent mumbled to me, "Just great."

"It's alright," I said nervously, "The elevator's coming down." It was coming down from the forty-sixth floor now. We waited cautiously in the corner of the lobby waiting for the elevator, and the zombies too.

And the zombies won the race. They mostly stormed in through the stairwell (must be a lot of them in this building) and even some through the main entrance.

"Elevator will be here in no time," I assured us.

"Let's just shut up," Vincent notified, "And mow down some zombies."

The zombies came running towards us as we raised our guns and fired viciously at the savage creatures. This is going to be tough.