I'm so glad that I can finally start this fanfic of mine! The idea for this chapter came from one of my friends, El Zorro, who agreed that I put up an introductory chapter involveing the first few second of the game... I will be splitting it into the first two chapters.
Well without any further ado, let's begin this Fan Fiction!
Chapter One
Empire City. It's a highly populated city and consists of three islands; the Neon, the Warren and the Historic district.
The Neon is the commercial section of the city, with many companies and markets. It's the most generic city of the three and has nice looking neon lighting, hence the name.
The Warren is Empire City's slum and industrial part, and the largest island of the three. The poor and homeless live here. To compensate for this, the city's hospital is here as well, always helping those in need.
The Historic District is the cultural part of the city, with many parks and landmarks... and it's where our story begins...
No one knew how it happened, no one knew why the city went to hell. But it did, one faithful night. At first everything thing was normal that one spring day it was around 5AM, the sun had not yet risen. Then... suddenly... it occurred.
An powerful explosion suddenly erupted out from the center of the Historic District. A large, bright, blue energy field expanding, one would be sure that is was the explosion. People began running for their lives as cars and debris of similar sizes started to fly through the air. Some flying so far that they exploded somewhere in Neon and Warren. The blue energy field started to expand further spreading towards the rest of Historic. The're was a news helicopter there recording the disaster live, for the rest of the people to see... they didn't see the rest though... the chopper was hit by a flaming bus after the few seconds.
If one were there in the middle of the explosions ground zero a few minutes later, the place that would be forever known as the Ground Zero landmark they would see a man in ghostly white clothing standing in front of three unconcious men, the man knealing to the one dressed with a yellow jacket and saying... ... ...
"Activation plus six minutes. Pulse is 45, respiration 10... ... Looking Good Cole."
Author's note: This is just a sneak preview of the rest of the story. Don't worry, I'll post the rest as soon as I'm ready. 'Til then, later! ;-)
Oh! And I Decided that my Co-Author/Assistant will be... ... El Zorro!