A Sort of a prologue to the stories.
Chapter 1
The Bar
During a contagious outbreak, people fought for their lives and lives of others. The infected grew but people continued fighting. Now, as the infected number continues to grow people still try to get on with their lives. Though countries are destroyed, cities in flames, one bar still stands, the bar known as Heavens Night. After a long day of zombie hunting, this is where people go to relax.
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The sign that read, "Heavens Night" grew brightly in the night. Illuminating the darkness around the area. The hotel across the street was crowded as usual, and inside Heavens Night, between the western looking doors, it was thunderous. It was nothing different as it was always like this. Beer flew all over the place, people sang karaoke, strippers danced on the poles, all the normal stuff in bars, just put together.
"Johnny! A Miller Light!" The voice yelled at the end of the table. The bartender know as Johnny slid a cold Miller Light down the bar table, and the man at the end caught it.
"Goes on your tab, Mike!" The bartender had to walk over and shout because it was so noisy.
"The world is over run by the undead, and you put it on a tab." The man named Mike laughed and turned around to watch the crowd inside. Mike was a stubborn man, tall, about six feet. He was cleanly shaven on the face and kept his hair back out of his face. He was a normal businessman at the time, and had a beautiful wife named Kate, and two daughters, Jean, 4, and Charlotte, 8. Mike ended up killing them all, because they became infected. Now he's a free man always trying to get women, and trying to leave his old life behind him. He spends a lot of time at the bar like a lot of the other familiar people.
"Hey baby, come on over here and give poppa a kiss?" Mike told the girl holding up a twenty.
"Room's cost extra." The skimpy blonde said in her tight stripper outfit. Mike just crumpled the twenty and pushed it back in his pockets. He turned around to face the bar and handed Johnny a ten.
"Does money really matter John?" Mike questioned.
"What happens when all these zombies disappear? I don't want to be poor." John laughed. Mike shook his head and got out of the barstool. He walked through the crowd, pushing his way through, and eventually out the western style doors. As he walked out his shoulder hit another mans.
"Oh, hey Sands." Mike said as he waved and put his hands in his pocket. He walked across the deserted street into the hotel that read, "Heavens Inn." Inside, the place was trashed, like always. A sign in the back said no vacancy, and the girl behind the counter read a porno magazine. All the keys to the hotel were gone, as this place was crowded all the time.
"Hey Marge." Mike waved and walked up the stairs. Upstairs it was loud, music roared, you could hear women screaming in the rooms, and a strange smell of meth emitted from rooms. Mike stopped in front of the room that said one zero six. He pulled out the key and inserted it into the keyhole and twisted. He pushed the door open and closed it behind him.
"God, I wish this was all a dream." Mike said to himself and put a pillow over his head and drifted to sleep.