Part 1: Liberty's Darkness

Chapter 1: Tommy Vercetti

Intro: the Statchion have invaded Staunton Island, and there has been a public outbreak, there is chaos in the streets. Meanwhile, Tommy Vercetti is leaving Liberty, via the tunnel, in Shoreside Vale. He is heading to Carcer City, Liberty, and is in the snowy mountains, around 30-40 miles north of Shoreside Vale.

Tommy Vercetti, June 17, 8:53 a.m.

The sky was dark, behind the tall mountains. Tommy was riding in the back of a limo, one of his guards, Leo, was driving. It was awkward, it being 9 a.m. and dark. The lights of the limo showed the way of the road. It was snowing, white crystals covering the area.

With a tall cliff to the right, and a mess of trees to the other, they were pretty deep in the mountains forest. In a heartbeat, there was a loud thump, the limo skidded left, across the road, the windshield was cracked.

"Leo, what did you do now?" Tommy hollered to him.

"Nothin' I just… there was… God damn it! I hit something!"

"Well, what did you hit?" Tommy got out of the back, as Leo got out of the front. On the snow covered black pavement, there was blood on the road ahead. "What are you waiting for? Go see what you hit!"

Leo walked forward, the off to the left, looking into the forest. He froze. Standing there like a statue, in that moment, he was gone.

All Tommy saw was something, a dog's size that was black jumped onto him, in a second it was gone. He got an eerie feeling standing there, watching Leo, as he turned to face Tommy.

His neck was covered in blood, as well as his chest. The snow in front of him was being painted red with blood. He fell down, dead.

Tommy couldn't believe what he had just seen. He stared down at his friend's body, the neck and chest tore up, he got back into the limo, and grabbed his Colt Python. He then walked to the driver's door and got in.

Expecting it to not start, he was right, but the second time, it did. He drove towards Carcer City, leaving his friend in the snow behind him.

Trisha, Earl, June 17, 9:01 a.m.

Looking up into the morning sky, a loud noise was heard. A military jet, probably a Hydra, fell towards the ground. It flew into the large buildings in Staunton, and there was a fiery explosion.

"What the hell?" Trisha commented at the situation.

"Trish, come, we have to get outta here… That guy, that's not right…" Earl commanded her; he grabbed her arm, and got her into his Admiral.

Sirens filled the air, as fire trucks speed by, heading towards the plane accident, and cops drove up to find out what the commotion was about. Military Barracks OL's came in from all around, people dressed in HAZMAT suits got out, the bald guy was gone. The man on the ground's body began to twitch again.

As Trisha and Earl drove off to her apartment, Trisha looked in the mirror, and saw the guy on the grounds body twitching. His stomach seemed to explode, the military people stepped back. A tentacle like thing came out of his stomach, looking like a claw at the end of it. It swung around, trying to hit the soldiers.

Nothing else was seen by Trisha, as they turned a corner. Soldiers shot the claw, blood splattering all over the intersection, it died. HAZMAT suited soldiers packed it up in a Barracks OL, and drove off.

Running up to her apartment, Trisha planned to get out of there fast. Earl and Trisha entered the apartment. Larry was looking out the window; he had a friend over, Bob.

Bob was a bit chubby with dark brown hair, in no particular shape or style.

"Hey, the cities under attack! We need to save it!" said Larry, clenching a broom.

"Don't be ridiculous! We need to get out now!" Trisha responded, in a loud commanding voice as she walked to her bedroom.

"Cool!" Larry responded, walking into his room. They were packing up to leave Liberty. After they were ready, all four of them, Trisha, Larry, John, and Earl, drove to John's house, so he could get his things, then Earl's.

With the car completely packed with people, and their belongings, they drove to Francis international airport.

They drove over the bridge, seeing a huge mob in front of Francis International. The people were so focused on getting out, that they didn't even notice a hooker, getting out of a car, topless, was putting on her braw.

Police were everywhere. The military had shut down the airport.

Earl got out of the car, walked up to some people and asked "Hey, what's going on?"

Barley hearing their response over the yelling, a young guy said "The military shut down the airport, some virus thing!"

Earl shook his head and returned to the car. "The military won't let us leave. This is getting bad, this has to be serious."

"Well, what's going to happen to us?" Trisha asked him.

"Should we try the tunnel?" Larry suggested

"I don't know, and no, they aren't letting anybody leave the city. It must be, like a virus or something, something that can be, well, spread.

"Let's go back to our apartment." Trisha suggested.

"Let's also stop by ammu-nation."

Tommy Vercetti, June 17, 9:07 a.m.

He came up to a tree, fallen over in the road. He got out, taking a look. When he turned around, someone was there. A pale skinned man, with blood stains on him was walking slowly towards him. He was moaning.

"What go you want?" Tommy asked, pointing the gun at him. Tommy looked around, noticing that there was about 30 people surround him. They all closed in on him.

I hope you liked it, by the way June 17 is my birth day, so I used it on there!