"When I woke up… I was, all alone. Everyone's gone. Is it because of those monsters?"

"What do I do now? Do I fight and live? Or do those monster get me? I don't have any reason to go on living, but I'm scared to die. I'm so afraid of pain. Should I… run away?"

"I want to find somebody… I don't like being alone… but is there anyone left alive?"

Blue eyes sparkled as life seemed to fill them, awareness began to sink in. A female body squirmed in a rusty red cushioned chair as her back pushed up into a seating position, and no longer the crouched sleeping one she was just in. She had dosed off, dropped her guard. She felt lucky to still be alive, with all those monsters out and about, running rampage. She knew that's why she was alone now, the monsters had killed them and, she believed, took their souls to be eternally damned. She held a shiny revolver in her tiny digits, contemplating what to do with it. She couldn't remember, nothing before waking up. It was odd, frightening, to wake up alone and not remember how you got there. This is what she was experiencing.

She pushed her body up, and with a quick glance at the figure moving in exact rhythm as herself. Her mirrored figure raising with her, hips covered in a shiny, snake skin-like, pink leopard mini skirt swaying as the walked over to the blind covered window. Flesh peeked from above the skirt, and below a reddish pink blouse that was only buttoned twice over the chest. She sighed, a sigh sense of loneliness and sadness making itself know more and more with each passing second. Blonde hair, the tips painted in pink dye, brushed over the thin fabric coating her shoulders. A small pink choker charm jingled lightly as her body came to a stop, brown knee high boats resting in their pace.

She pulled the gun up in her right hand and used her left to pull apart two of the plastic blinds. Outside it was bright. Fog coated the entire town and everything was still, not a single thing made a movement. She let the blinds go, them snapping back with a snap, closing off all source of sight for the outside world. Her arms crossed onto her chest, like a way to close off the cold, but this wasn't from the chill that creeped over her shoulders and down her back. Not the cold hand of death that was resting wickedly sharp on her shoulder blade. It was the chill from the confusion of the thick grasp of loneliness. She was alone, and the only person alive, for all she knew. She could barely even remember her own name.

"Maria." It rolled of her tongue, so sensually, lustfully. Just from her voice it was quite easy to tell her profession. Just from her clothes, it was easy. Her name, it was Maria. She felt it was, of course she couldn't be sure, not being able to remember much. But… it just felt right, the name. So familiar. She lifted her right hand a stared so intently at the gun. Maria felt her gaze burn through it, so intently did see stare at it. She could use it and not deal with anymore of these feelings. So she longed, to place that gun to her head and pull the trigger and relieve herself from this Hell.

Maria held tight to the gun and walked to the door, only a foot from the window. The room she was in now was very small, and be the looks of it, it was a dressing room. A closet to the right of the window and then a simple makeup table, mirror, and chair.

Maria turned the knob attached to the door and pulled it open, stepping into the hallway. She had nothing here, in Heaven's Night, she had nothing to bring nothing to fuss over. Just herself and this gun, which might even be as useless as the rest of the items in her 'room'.

Even without remembering ever being here before, somehow she knew her way. Never once, did Maria take a wrong turn as she traveled her way down the abandoned building. Eventually making her way through the back entrance. It was pitch dark inside, the black of evil and destiny almost too overwhelming. Too unnerving.

Two flies bobbed over one of each other, revolving around like planets do. The single overhead light that was installed above the back door was the source of their flight. The bounced into it, as if to break through and reach the small glowing sun, the ball of bright energy they so wanted to devourer. A green trashcan straight across supplied even more of the insects, looking for a disposed of, scrumptious, cuisine.

Her arms were still crossed, she wondered out into the street, out of the alleyway. The smell transformed from a rubbishy smell into a very unfathomable aroma of precipitation. She could see the motion of two figures down the street, coming out of the fog. They were wobbling, bending theirs backs as they moved. The demons, the monsters. Already they were beginning to swarm at her, as if they smelled her through the rain. She raised her gun, and as her finger pulled back on the trigger something purged throughout her body and up into her mind. She knew, Maria knew, there wasn't enough ammo in the revolver. Only one bullet. Only one thing to shoot, she knew why there was only one bullet inside the gun.

Maria lowered the gun and stood. Here came the two demons straight out of hell, coming for her. They arched their backs backwards, their feet sliding forward. Their skin the color of mixed bile. The appearance of these creatures seemed like a person who had their arms locked in a straight jacket, eyes and mouth closed up with latex. It was such a horrible seen, until it turned terrifying. A purple ooze bubbled from the sealed up mouth, and as the skin lowered, showing the throat of a diseased creature. All at once the purple goop sprayed out as a liquid, allover theroad, landing only inches from Maria's feet.

As the second one began to mirror the first's movements, as it's mouth opened, she bolted down the middle of them, straight down the road onto Rendell Street. Cars lined the sides of empty sidewalks, and blood stained parts of the street. Empty sidewalks led to disturbingly empty buildings, not a light, not a motion, not a single person. The roads and houses and buildings, all empty. Everything was still and eerie.

"What is going on?" Maria asked herself.

"What am I going to do now?" She wanted to break down and cry. Nothing was working, nothing could help her. She was alone now, and cut off from the rest of the world.