Booker opened the lighthouse door and could only see a bright white light illuminating in front of him, making it completely impossible to see what was past it. Using his arms to shield him from the eye-burning light, he walked forward and once again noticed that Elizabeth – Anna - was already at the other side, even though he remembers that she was behind him.

After his eyes adjusted to the sudden change of light and scenery, he looked up and saw that he was sitting on a boat with his daughter. He could see land not too far away from them to reach in a matter of minutes, even if they swam, but the water was coloured a murky, disgusting brown, he would not dare to even touch it with his finger should it suddenly melt away.

He looked up at his daughter who was sitting with her legs crossed and hands neatly folded together ontop of her knees. The expression on her face would easily reveal that she was a lot happier about this world than her grumpy father was. After a quiet while, Booker broke the silence with a simple question.

"Where are we?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? I thought you could see all the universes."

"Wrong. I can see most of the lighthouses and what's behind them, but there are some that I could not see into for some odd reason. I bet even the Luteces don't know why. The one thing I'm certain about is that this is another universe with a man and a city."

And Booker snorted at that.

"So how do we get to the land over there? I don't see any oars in this boat."

"You don't need to row this boat."

She grabbed a handle that was at the rear of the boat and yanked it slightly. A rumbling noise came from below them and suddenly the boat was sailing at a speed not even the strongest man could reach with simple wooden oars.

And a moment later, they were at a strange harbor that looked like it had been abandoned for years. Booker and Elizabeth both got up from their respective seats on the boat and climbed up on the harbor.

"What a city… well, it can't be half as bad as Columbia was, right?"

"I still don't know, but I think this place is called Dunwall."

"And how do you know that?"

Elizabeth pointed at several of the shop signs around; each of them had Dunwall somewhere in the name. The buildings were damaged to the point where it would be safe to say that someone had bombarded the area. Some windows were barricaded with wooden planks and some buildings had giant red crosses painted on the brick walls. If Elizabeth was ever to write a dictionary, this place would be the definition of "extremely creepy".

Even though Elizabeth didn't like this place, it seemed that Booker loved this place; completely void of the kind of people Booker hated, which was just about any kind of person who knew how to speak.

Booker and Elizabeth continued their journey and ventured further into the desolate, post-apocalyptic city.

"What is that?" Booker pointed at some weird glowing blue liquid running down the street.

"I already told you that I don't know anything about this city." She replied bluntly.

There were some very small figures following the liquid trail towards the father and daughter and it took Booker some time to notice that they were just rats, but 'just rats' would be an understatement, these rats were far bigger than any rodent he had ever seen (and he had grown up in New York). At first, only about four or five were visible, but as the seconds went, more of the little bastards came from seemingly nowhere and charged at Booker, ignoring Elizabeth for some reason.

The first few bites were unnoticeable due to Booker's shield protecting him, but it didn't take long before the furious little cretins had penetrated his shield and began properly biting his feet.

"Ow, what the hell?"

Booker took a few steps back to see if they would go away, but they were stubborn and had rarely seen a human as healthy as Booker after they had invaded the pitiful city. Booker flicked his finger and threw a Devil's Kiss grenade at his opponents, the rats quickly burned to death and left behind loads of tiny, disgusting carcasses that smelled of a thousand rotten corpses. Elizabeth's face swiftly changed from an indifferent expression to a worrying one.

"Arh Jesus, those rats sure do have a strong bite."

Booker smiled lightly at Elizabeth to assure her that everything was okay and that there was absolutely no reason to worry, but even he knew that there was plenty of reason to worry. For the time being though, Elizabeth seemed to have bought Booker's cheap act, but a slight twinge of worry was still present on her face.

"Okay. Just promise nothing will happen to you, alright?"

"You know me, nothing will happen, I promise."

Elizabeth sent a short nod at his way before they continued.

Sometime later, they reached a seemingly dead end. They were just about to turn around and find another way, but Elizabeth squealed when she heard a terrifying scream that pierced both their ears. Shortly after, more of the same kind of scream was heard throughout the abandoned streets; Booker drew his shotgun and held a tight grip on it, mentally preparing himself for whatever may come.

A lone silhouette could be seen in the distance, coming towards them. Booker aimed his shotgun at whatever it was and held his finger on the trigger. The silhouette came closer and Booker could just barely see that it was an unarmed woman, halting towards them. Booker lowered his shotgun and took a couple of steps forward.

"Excuse me ma'am, can you help us?" Booker called out to her and she picked up her pace slightly. She was quite fast for someone who halted.

"I'm sorry to bother you, miss or misses, but we have some problems. You see, we're new here and we don't exactly know our way around this city."

Elizabeth suddenly let out a scream of terror before talking.

"Oh my god, look!"

"Wha—good god."

As the woman drew closer, Booker could pick up her features and so forth. Her skin was a sickening green and her eyes were completely grey. She was what Booker would not just call 'ugly' but 'seriously fucking ugly'. Not only did she look like a corpse, but she smelled like one as well. She let out a wail that was reminiscent of the screams they had heard earlier, only her wail was much louder and higher pitched. She charged at Booker at an almost inhuman speed and seemed ready to gnaw on his bones, but Booker did not hesitate to raise his shotgun and pump her full of lead. The corpse of the corpse-lady fell to the ground with a loud thump.

The screams were heard once again and out of nowhere, a thousand silhouettes could be seen in the distance, all charging at Booker. Booker stood his ground and held his shotgun ready. They were too far away for him to use a vigor on them, he would have to wait. When they finally came in his line of sight, he unleashed his full fury on them in the form of Bucking Bronco combined with a shock from the Shock Jockey vigor and the lead from his trusty shotgun. Soon thereafter, the streets were filled with corpses, but there were still many more, and Booker feared that he could not take them all on.

"Look!" Elizabeth yelled and pointed at a sewer hatch that Booker must have overlooked. He depleted the remains of his salts by using Bucking Bronco on as many of the weird corpse-people to buy him and Elizabeth time. He ran over to the sewer hatch and pried it open, Elizabeth crawled down with his help and he followed. The sewers were not very big, so he could reach up and close the hatch in hopes that corpse-people would be too stupid to know how to open it.

"What the hell where those things?"

"I have no idea. Let's just hope that we won't see any more of those. They were so scary."

Booker pulled her in for a hug before he let go of her and got his bearings. The sewer went two ways, one was back to where they came from (he already knew which one he was going to take) and the other one went further into the city. He'd rather not tangle with more of those corpse-people, so he instantly settled for option number two.

"Come on."

As they went further into the sewers, they seemed to grow in size. After some minutes had passed, the sewers seemed as big as a lot of small houses stacked side by side. But that growth reversed for some reason, and the sewers grew smaller.

Booker and Elizabeth had walked for what seemed like eternities when they suddenly heart the echo of a well-acquainted scream. The two couldn't go back to where they came from, so they would have to face whatever was up ahead. Booker could see them by the end of the long tunnel, two of those corpse-people were there, just standing there, doing nothing. Booker slowly and silently moved forward with his shotgun ready to blow the remains of their brains out. When he pulled the trigger, only a click responded.

"No ammo? Fuck!"

The corpse-people could apparently hear his annoyed hissing and turned to face him. They were about to charge at him when the sound of a primitive gun could be heard. The corpse-people fell to the ground, dead, in their place stood a man wearing a weird skull-like mask.