It was a cool, pleasant night in Texas. Nathan Drake and his partner Victor Sullivan were sitting outside a bar, having a drink while waiting to meet with their client.

Sully took a large swig of his beer and wiped his mustache with the back of his hand. "How long is this guy gonna take? We've been waiting for half an hour already!" he said.

Nate put his beer down. "Relax, Sully. He should be here any minute now," he said. "You're right though, he told me he was gonna be here at around 11:30, and it's 11:45. Not much we can do about it though. But if we can get this job and pull this off, he's promised a ton of cash!"

Sully sighed and lit a cigar. "Alright then, I guess we'll just wait a little longer. But if he doesn't show up, then let's leave and call him in the morning. No point in waiting here all night for nothing," he said.

15 minutes later and still nothing. Nate stood up. "Alright Sully, I guess we'll go. It doesn't look like he's gonna show up. I'll call him in the morning," he said. Sully stood up too. They started walking down the street, to their car.

Suddenly, they saw many people running. Cars were crashing into buildings and other cars, one of them being Nate and Sully's car.

"Shit! What the hell is going on here?" said Nate.

"I don't know, but this can't be good. Let's get the hell out of here," said Sully.

They started to run along with the crowd. They then saw a man running at someone and clawing and biting him.

Sully stared for at them for a second with wide eyes . "Oh my- what the hell is happening?!" yelled Sully. He then tripped on something as he was looking at the crazy man. "My goddamn ankle!"

Nate jogged over to Sully. "Sully! Are you alright?" he asked. Nate gave tried to give him a hand, but he couldn't get up."

"I twisted it! You'll have to carry me!" said Sully.

"What? I'm not carrying you! Are you sure you can't walk? I mean..."

"Just do it, dammit! I can't walk, and I don't want to get killed by one of those things!"

One of those crazy people started running at them.

Nate cursed and picked Sully up. "Hang on to your mustache." he said. "Damn, you're heavy!"

"It's either this, or you let me die, so don't complain!" said Sully. Nate ran down the street with the crowd of people. He still kept up with them, despite carrying a 60 year old man. Normally, people would be giving them weird looks, but nobody seemed to care about anything other than getting to safety.

There were cars and explosions and crazy people in the city, and every so often Nate had to change his course to avoid these hazards. Eventually they got out of the city. There didn't seem to be any of those crazy people around anymore. Nate started to run towards the highway, along the way cursing at Sully for making him carry him.

They were stopped by a man wearing a mask, armed with a rifle. He pointed his gun at them. Nate stopped. "Whoa whoa whoa! Take it easy! I'm just trying to get out of here and-"

The armed man started to shoot at them. Nate took cover behind a rock, dropped Sully and he pulled out his handgun and shot the man in the head. He fell to the ground. Nate turned his attention back to Sully.

"He shot my other goddamned foot!" yelled Sully. He was laying on the ground, his foot soaked in blood.

Nate ripped off a part of his sleeve and took off Sully's shoe. He then wrapped the cloth around Sully's foot. "There, that should help with the bleeding," he said. "This was a new shirt! The things I do for you Sully..."

"Tch. Your shirt should be the least of your worries right now," said Sully. "What we should be doing right now is getting someplace safe and finding out exactly what the hell is going on here!"

"Alright alright. Let's get going," said Nate. He picked up the rifle from man, put it on his backpack and picked up Sully again. This was gonna be one long night.