For now, it's still more PG-13 than R. Though…think I'll have to bump up the rating for later chapters…

Aurora use to have a boyfriend that practically lived by a certain philosophy in life. The only way to judge a man's character was by judging his car. The said ex-boyfriend worked for a stretch limousine company, driving the rich around on a daily basis, showing off the car whenever he could. But…one fateful night, Aurora sadly realized his theory was wrong. The size and class of a car didn't mean a god damn thing. However, she was able to come up with her own theory, that being, it was what was inside the car that judged a person's lifestyle.

She took the car she had jacked for an example. In the backseat she had found a pair of handcuffs, a fancy whip, and other items best left on the online store they'd been ordered from. Searching the more obvious compartments of the car, she had found a can of hairspray and five Salem cigarettes, she regretting the bitch comment she had made after such a marvelous discovery.

The deduction she had managed to make from it all was the car belonged to the woman. She and her boyfriend were into some sort of S&M but weren't heavy smokers. Oh, and the couple were well to do, a thick leather wallet holding ten fifties settled into the passenger seat.

Driving into the city, Aurora slowed down her demonic speed, noting the raging infernos that had taken over most of the buildings, mini-explosions going on around her position, flaming cars, flaming people, an undead moaning chorus in the air, the smell of death overpowering.

Tempted to roll down a window, she held back the urge, her common sense still intact. "Fuck me…just what the hell is going on?" It was if she had driven into a horror movie, cars piled onto cars, no safe passage in site.

We'll see about that… Snarling, Aurora shifted the car into reverse, backing away from the traffic jam she had came across. Making a careless U-turn, she began to drive through the less used roads of Raccoon City, frustration building at each strange turn she was forced to make.

Reaching the projects area of the city, a loud screech was heard as she stopped. "Really…" In the distance, shrouded under burning homes, an approaching mob could be seen. Of what, she wasn't sure…and she sure as hell wasn't willing to find out.

Gear still on reverse, she floored it, the car backing up loudly into the night. Heart beating rapidly, she couldn't find the nerve to turn around, not willing to risk the crowd overtaking her. While she would have loved to believe they were a crowd of rescuers coming to pat her back and take her away, she wasn't naïve.

Having backed up a sufficient distant for five minutes, she made a sharp swerve as she avoided crashing into a hydrant, instead slamming into the glass window of a candy shop. Coughing from the impact and popping the airbag that had burst into her face, she scanned the area, no heavy moan reaching her. She grew…thankful. "Thank you…god, that these are not Dawn of the Dead zombies," She laughed at the thought. If the…zombies as she was starting to believe, could run full speed after her, she would've killed herself right there and then.

Fiddling with the wires, she attempted to start the car. It stalled. Her heart grew heavy, the happiness that had reached her starting to fade. "Damn…" She tried again, the car letting out an attention getting sputter. "Damnit……" She tried one last time, the car completely dying. "SHIT! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, FUCK!" She pounded her fist frustrated into the steering wheel. Screwed wasn't even the word.

Pocketing five of the Salem cigarettes, she placed the last to her lips, quickly lighting it up with a metallic blue lighter. Snapping it shut, she took a drag. "Time to determine whether I'll be a casualty or a survivor…" Propping her feet up against the spider-web pattern of the front window, she kicked it out.

Crawling out of the car, Aurora's eyes glanced back to some of the untouched candy. She considered getting something to munch on. "Candy's sweet…but life is oh so much sweeter," She laughed to herself, it was corny, but it was the only thing she could think of to calm the fear starting to settle in.

Jumping out into the streets, backpack swung over her back, she took a breath of the pungent air before starting to walk the zombie ridden streets of Raccoon City…