June 24th, 2006. It had been a year of ups and downs like all years before them, terrorists attempted an assasination on the president, Michael Jackson released a new album, and a new wave of video games had been released with a new console with loads of games for parents to complain about. But it was also the year that the military had invested in a new drug to keep jet fighter pilots wide awake while flying for long periods of time, it was in drink form. Only bad side to this is that in animal testing it killed the animals, the government ceased funding for the drug and it was shipped in barrels to a Canadian military base until it was scheduled to be shipped to the artic to be "disposed" of. But the truck during shipment was hijacked by a home grown terrorist organization working with Al Quada and the military drug vanished for a few weeks. Police and several other policing bureaus searched around and came out with very few leads, where did this toxic military drug go you ask?

Montreal Shipping Center,
Old Port.
Day 1

A homeless man sleeping where he wasn't supposed to be finds himself hiding away in a shipping container where it's warm and cozy and no one would bother him, unfortunately for him this same container is holding several barrels of a drug known as despierum, based off the spanish word despierto for wide-awake. He lay on a piece of cardboard lined with a torn towel he had found, he drifted slowly into a deep sleep. While he slept a barrel that had been broken on the bottom when dropped leaked onto the homeless man, he laid in the despierum bathing in it for hours as his pores began to absorb it's toxic properties. When he awoke he felt very sick, his chest pumping rapdily he felt horrible, his resolution was to go use the change he had collected from begging yesterday to buy a bottle of beer and drink away the pain and his sorrows. So stumbling about he pulled himself up and staggered around till he found a corner store and went inside still feeling the horrible pain in his heart now extend to his arms and legs he reached in the freezer and grabbed a bottle of Colt 45 and went to the counter and bought it, the clerk gave him a disgusted look because of his fowl smell and was glad when the bum left the store. Quickly opening up the bottle but keeping it in the paper bag he started to chug it as he kept stumbling around, and eventually pulled his way into Beaudry metro station and stumbled down the stairs.

Falling down at the bottom of the stairs the homeless man drops his bottle and it shatters spilling alcohol all over the floor, he pulls himself back up and heads for the ticket booth. He throws his change in the tray to the man in the booth and goes on through. Making his way down the escalator he begins to cough violently, over, and over, he falls again at the bottom of the escalator and crawls abit before standing back up as he waits for the metro to come. The wind howled through the tunnels as the light made it's way through the darkness and the metro cart screached up and came to a stop and it's doors pulled open, the homeless man walked on and nearly tripped again as he sat down he began to violently cough again he unsettled the few other people on that cart. He coughed more and more his nose began to bleed and his eyes became blood shot as he began to go into a fit kicking the poles and walls of the cart and scaring some people and then suddenly, he stoped. A concerned man slowly stood up and crept over to the homeless man and reached out stuttering abit he asked "excuse moi..monsieur?..parlez-vous anglais?" he asked, but as he grew closer the bum's head cocked up and he released a moan and grabbed the concerned man's hand and bit into it hard. The others on the metro screamed and rushed to the opposite side of the cart, a young woman yanked the emergency lever on the wall of the cart as they all began to panic. And this is where our story truely begins.