Steve got himself situated in his room, placing his guns down in a dresser while he decides to rest for a while, crashing onto a bed. Knowing that this place could his only way out of hell, he can't help but wonder what is bound to happen after this? However, Steve was knocked out of his train of thought when he heard a knock at his door. Heading over and opening it, he was greeted by Vaggie, who had a not-so-happy face on.

"Oh, it's you. Any you need, Vagatha?"

"You can just call me Vaggie.", She said with her arms crossed. "And I just came to check up on you, after that whole ordeal with Angel."

"What's that guy's problem anyway?" Steve asked.

"Heh. Where do I begin?", Vaggie jokingly said before explaining. "Guy's a drug addict, pornstar and employee to one of the Overlords down here. He was not exactly the ideal person I would think to be our first client, considering how much of a struggle he is."

"I see...wait, did you say Overlords?", Steve said, suddenly curious. "As...archdemons or something?"

"Not exactly.", Vaggie explained. "They're more or less just sinners who've been here long enough to rise to the ranks of running parts of hell. The overlord Angel works for runs the prostitution and porn films here."

"I would not wanna meet that guy."

"Good. Anyway, Charlie wants to let you know that your first part of your rehabilitation program will begin shortly.", Vaggie told.

"Alrighty. I'll be right down shortly."

Seeing how nice and loyal almost warmed Vaggie's heart a little. Aside from Charlie, people like Steve were something Vaggie was not used to.

"Uh...you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine.", Vaggie said, avoiding eye contact.

It was then that Vaggie noticed the pair of Lugers and pair of submachine guns that belonged to Steve in the dresser and had a suspicious look on her face.

"Where'd you get those guns?", she asked.

"Those?", Steve pointed out. "I had them when I came down here."

"So...what? Did you...die with them or something?", Vaggie asked confusingly.

"I'm not sure that's how it works.", Steve said.

"Uh-huh."

"Listen, if I wanted to hurt you guys, I would've done so already."

Vaggie laughed a little after hearing that. "Heh. That's a little funny."

"What is?", Steve asked.

"...Our 'business partner' said the same thing when he showed up the first time.", She explained.

"Business partner?"

"Yeah, Alastor. The Radio Demon."

"Radio Demon?", Steve asked, even more confused. "...Is that supposed to sound scary?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Alastor is not someone to mess with." Vaggie admitted. "He has a reputation, one you'll soon find out about if you stick around. It was a shock to us when he came, wanting to help. But then, he said it was just so that he can keep himself entertained by watching others, including us, fail."

"Sounds kinda like a sadist.", Steve said, sickened by the sound of the guy.

"He's something like that.", Vaggie agreed.

"Is...he around here?"

"Thankfully not. He's off someplace else."

The Radio Demon was actually taking a walker through Pentagram city, wanting to find some entertainment.

"Hmm. I wouldn't say it in front of her, but Dear Charlie's little hotel is lacking the entertainment that I ever so seek. This city tends to be more a delight, if anything else."

To prove his point, a car drove by really quick before suddenly crashing and starting a fire. It put a smile on his face to see such mayhem, but this time however, Alastor couldn't help but feel as if something was different from this strain of chaos. It was then that he heard some gasping and moaning and saw a shadowy demon in an ally, looking to be limping towards him.

"Hmph. You there. Are approaching me? You do better than to no obey the five-foot rule. I have it set up for a reason."

Suddenly, the demon growled and lunged towards Alastor, who then quickly manifested claws on his left arm and slashed at the demon's throat, decapitating him. The disembodied headed flew up in the air before landing in Alastor's hands, and its body then fell into the ground. As he held it, Alastor got a good look at the demon head, seeing it in a surprising state of decay.

"Interesting. Never seen one such as this before. He looks to have been ripped apart."

Dropping the head onto the floor, the sound of moaning and groaning was then heard all around the Radio Demon, as he looked around to see a crowd of what appeared the decaying demons approaching him...

"Well, this is new."

Another zombie demon came lunging at him, but Alastor caught it by the neck...

"I suppose that if I am demand entertainment...I am to be part of it."

Just then, something wrapped around Alastor's neck and before he could react, he was hoisted up into the air and then felt a sharp pain at his head. Not that he reacted, as he brought himself up to a rooftop and freed himself from the slimly grasp of whatever got him. As his own blood began to run down his face, he got a good look at the creature that attacked him. It was a skinless, muscle exposed creature with a brain that takes up the majority of its head, leaving it with no eyes. It had fangs, claws on both hands and feet and a long retractable tongue.

Alastor tilted his head, as never before did he encounter such an abomination...

"Alright then...This is going to be fun."

It wasn't just one place, but the majority of Pentagram City was already being infested with what can best described as "Zombie Demons". They were crawling up from the sewers below, along with a few other abominations that just seem to have come out of nowhere. In the midst of the outbreak, a certain one-eyed demon anarchist, Cherri Bomb, was busy bombing her way through the horde. She was busy simply clearing her territory from any unwanted demons, when things took a turn for the worse...

"What the fuck is going on?!", she screamed out loud, but no one listened.

She continued throwing every bomb she could summon at the zombie demons, but most of them just didn't know how to die. Pretty soon, Cherri found herself surrounded and running out of options...

"Well, shit."

"HEY, GEY DOWN!", Someone yelled out to her.

Hearing a voice to her left, Cherri saw the silhouette of someone holding what appeared to be a anti-tank rocket launcher. She quickly ducked as the person fired one of the rockets and blew away some of the horde. This gave Cherri a chance to escape, but not without leaving a few more parting gifts, which were enough to blow away the rest of the undead.

"Glad that's taken care of.", She sighed in relief.

It was then that the person who helped Cherri came over to see if she was alright. Cherri didn't mind, seeing how this guy was willing to help in the best way possible, the explosive way. When he showed up, she got a good look at him: pale skin, greying hair, white eyes and wearing a blood-covered yellow vest along with camo-based cargo pants and combat boots. At his side was a gun in a holster and on his vest was what appeared to be a police badge...

"You okay?", The man asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine.*, Cherri said sounding smug. "But I could've handled it."

"Didn't look that way from where I was standing."

Cherri then scoffed, saying, "Look. Why don't you just go cover up your own ass? I can handle it from here."

Not appreciating her tone, the guy snapped at the bomber. "Look, lady, I just saved your life! A little gratitude would be nice!"

"Save my 'life'? You new around here or something?"

It was then the guy realized, "...Oh yeah, that's right. I'm dead, this is hell...but this shit is still happening."

"What do you mean by 'still happening'?", Cherri asked. "You've been through this before?"

"Yeah...look, I don't have time to explain. Just get somewhere safe!"

"And what gives you the right to boss me around?", Cherri said with her hands at her hips.

"Look, I'm just trying to help, alright?!" The man said angrily. "It's my job! I used to be a cop, you know. But if you want to go and get yourself killed, fine then! People like you don't last long anyway."

With that, the vest wearing sinner began to walk away. As irritated as that made Cherri, the guy did have a point. She's used to being close to annihilation, but this was something different. The zombies demons she saw were suffering a fate now worse than what they got here, and she would've joined him, had the guy not helped her out...

Sighing, she said. "I'm not so good at showing it, but I honestly can appreciate it when people are willing to help me out."

The got the guy's attention as he turned to her, seeing her walk towards him...

"I can also respect the kind of guy who brings this much firepower into the action.", she said, almost flirtingly.

"Uhh...thanks?", he said uncomfortably. "I guess that works as a 'thank you'."

"And if you're really worried about my well being, I might as well tag along with you.", The cyclops said to him. "I'm Cherri Bomb, by the way. And you are?"

"Name's Brad. Brad Vickers.", The man told.

"Alright. So, Brad. Care to explain what's going on?", Cherri asked, sounded like she demanded an answer.

"It's complicated, but-", before he could explain, Brad froze upon hearing the monstrous voice that haunted his nightmares.

"S.T.A.R.S"

Hearing that voice gave Brad terrible flashbacks as he turned his head to see a giant hulking figure coming his way.

"...Oh, no."

Cherri then yelled out, "What the fuck is that?!"

"Nothing good.", Brad answered, frightened. "Nothing good at all!"

The creature was about 10 feet tall, wearing heavy leather clothing all around it's body. But it's face lacked a right eye, showing stich marks where it should be, and even a lack of a mouth with exposed teeth and gums, and even what looked like tubes coming out of his shoulder blades. The thing was menacing, and while Cherri was left confused at what she was looking at, Brad was left terrified, knowing what it was.

"Not this time!"

Aiming the rocket launcher at the giant, Brad fired on it, but was shocked to see a tentacle appear at it's hand and catch the rocket mid-flight...

"That's new."

It then turned the rocket, pointing it at the two and then let fly towards the both of them. The two moved out of the way before thy were caught in the blast, then got back on their feet to see what the big guy was packing. Cherri's eye lit up when saw what looked to be the biggest rocket launcher she's ever seen.

"I gotta get that baby for myself!", She said cheeringly.

Brad then yelled out, "LATER! LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!"

Taking the cyclops by the hand, Brad began to run away as rockets flew by their head. He was hoping to out run the monster, but realized the damn thing was faster than it looked. But soon, he managed to hide in an ally while the beast looked for him...

"S.T.A.R.S."

"So...old friend of yours, I'm guessing?", Cherri asked

"He's the reason why I'm here in the first place!", Brad said. "I remember all of it."

"Wow. Now that's a way a to go." Cherri sounded surprised. "Killed by a...ugly motherfucker that looked like it came straight out of Hellraiser."

"Oh, you've watched that movie too?"

"Who hasn't?"

"Nevermind!", Brad said, not wanting to cause any more distraction. "We can't outrun that thing! We gotta find a way to bring it down."

"...I might have an idea.", Cherri said with a smile.

"Really? What's that?"

Suddenly, Brad was pushed out in the open, almost instantly spotted by the creature. With the rocket launcher quickly pointed at him, Brad gulped and waited his fate. But then, out of nowhere, Cherri between the two, and as time seem to slow down around them, the cyclops threw a bomb into the barrel of the rocket launcher and then quickly trapped Brad as the massive gun exploded in the monster's face. Engulfed in flames, it fell to the ground, defeated...for now...

"S.t.a.r.s..."

"Aw, man. And I really wanted that big baby too.", Cherri said, sadly.

"Not a big fan of the plan...but thank you, Cherri.", Brad sighed as he gave out a hand, which Cherri shook, respectively. "I guess this makes us even."

"Don't think too much of it.", She said. "If you know this thing, then why did this thing keep saying 'S.T.A.R.S.'?"

"If I were to take a guess, I'd say this thing was specifically programmed to go after guys like me.", Brad said.

"And what makes you so special, Brad?"

He then began to explain, "Well...'S.T.A.R.S.' stands for 'Special Tactics And Rescue Service', the unit I was a part of when I served as a pilot for the R.P.D."

"So you were part of some special police force. Big deal.", Cherri scoffed, as she was not a big fan of cops.

"It was actually more than that.", Brad said with a sense of pride.

"Oh?"

"Look, as much as I would like to explain, if my hunch is correct, that thing won't stay done for long." Brad said, pointing to the creature's body, he and Cherri could see that it was healing, and quickly too.

"We need to get out of here. Cherri, I don't know my way around the city. Can you think of someplace safe?"

"...I might.", She answered.

"BRAD!"

Hearing someone call out his name made Brad turn to see a car coming. Driving it was a hellhound with black fur, wearing a navy blue vest, as opposed to Brad's yellow one, along with some tactical gear and also some camo pants. What Brad found most distinguishing was the red bandana the hellhound, which made him recognize his old teammate.

"Joseph?!"

"You two know each other?", Cherri asked.

"He was part of my team in S.T.A.R.S.", answered Brad.

"Hey, let's get out of here, man!", Joseph yelled out.

"Wow. Never thought I've see a hellhound so frightened."

"You comin' with, or you gonna stand here 'til he wakes up?!", Brad asked as the creature was already beginning twitch...

Cherri then sighed, saying. "Make room, will ya?!"

"Alright. You said you knew someplace safe?"

"Yeah!", Cherri answered, but then felt discouraged. "Maybe, sorta...we'll see."

"Well, this is gonna be interesting." Joseph said as they drove away and the creature began to rise up again...