Life is colder than the tray holding ice in the freezer. It's a rough realization when you wake up in the middle of the night craving a sandwich, but not only you are out of miracle whip, you only have the heels out of the loaf of bread. I approach the bathroom sink to wash away the bad dreams but leaving behind a scuffed up beard and bleeding red eyes, flash backs of a previous memory keep haunting me. The fear ran through out my family's eyes as I looked through the crack of the door, the final tear falls faster then blood could paint the room. Being snapped back to reality by the annoying buzzing noise coming from my pocket I take a look seeing my Doctors name it's not like I didn't want to talk to my doctor but talking to him it's like a trip to hell and back getting drugged into a cross fire of action and drama I let it go to the answering machine with no regrets. "THERE'S ONLY ONE THING THAT CAN STOP MY PAIN" Reaching for the drawer with traumatizing force to only find I'm all out of painkillers, I will sleep depressed and hungry tonight

(Morning the only time of day that's normal, the rest blown to hell)

Waking up was hell in the making and still I crave my painkillers knowing if I pop one I would crave it more it's one hell of a mutant cycle. I walk over to the door getting ready for my morning jog and realize I have received a message some time through out the night. I gently click the message button

~Payne

Max There has been a mistake at the lab come asap

From your dear friend ADA

Ada? I think in the back of my mind. Last time I saw her she took a bullet to the head, how could this be. Well another case goes under my belt more cases everyday. I slowly drift off to my car to go on the adventure that I would never suspect. As I reach my work place I notice the doors have been barricaded like they were trying to keep something in or someone out. I look up to the half falling a part sign. The sign reads NYDP but to me it spells out hell.

I knock lightly turning harder and harder as I pound the door then yelling "NYPD PLEASE OPEN UP" after getting no reply I yell it once again. I look around seeing no one in sight but hearing a distant moaning that's almost puzzling. I pear around the corner

Not seeing anything new other than a few broken cars. Looking down resulted in taking a couple steps back the picture displayed upon my eyes is as if it were pasted from a horror film. Unfilled cracks on the road filled but not with asphalt but with the body's of my co-workers. I hear the moaning in the background trying to convince myself that this is not a dream after giving myself the trusty pinch I realize this is the real world. "What Happened to this place?" That's the million dollar question that everyone wants an answer to. Meanwhile I notice the moaning has disappeared and I'm curious what could possibly be making that noise? But that's not my priority; Finding out what happened is. I take a look around the facility. Boarded up windows and locked doors. It looks like a nuclear war fare but the only survivor was me. I head back to my car in hopes to see another human being. I hear a loud bang go off in the distance. I spring into action pulling out my dual action pistols fifteen millimetre bullets and no mercy on the poor bastard whom gets shot with these bad boys! I slide my clip down to make sure I have full ammo. I noticed a human being in my sight, I try to wave him down but it's like he doesn't even notice me. The human like figure finally turns his attention to me as I walk up to greet him I realize this was not your average greeting I stick out my hand but what I receive in return is a bite on my neck screeches of agonizing pain comes out of my mouth. Laying here as the unmerciful bastard on the ground I wish for nothing more than one last painkiller.