The stranger wakes up to see himself hung on the ceiling. His entire body hurts, and his wrists ache. He looks at the restraints around his wrists and ankles, they hold him securely to the roof. His legs are tied together using a rope. He tries to pull on the ropes but it doesn't budge. He tries again, but the rope remains attached to the top of the ceiling. He starts screaming and shouting profanities. He stops when he sees Dead Man enter the shack and walk to a spot beside him. He grabs his chin roughly and tilts it upward until their eyes meet. Dead Man smiles at him.“Why am I here?” he screams.Dead Man stares at the man for an awkward amount of time before answering, “you will answer the questions if you survive”“What question? What do you want from me?!” he yells, struggling against the binds“Where is the apple?” a voice responds bluntly. Revealing a fat Japanese man entering the room and walking straight toward him.“Where is the apple?” the man repeats as he reaches out an
Liz and Paul with the other survivors who all held up their guns could be seen walking into an abandoned Club. “Keep your eyes open for Zombie," Liz says. “There could be more nearby"The rest of the group followed her instructions, keeping watch as they made their way to the back of the club, where a small crowd of people was crowded around the table playing cards. The crowd suddenly became silent, as everyone stared intently at something across the room.A tall man wearing a black suit stepped out of the shadows. Behind him were soldiers aiming their guns at them.“Welcome," he said in a deep voice "to the party!" “Who are you and what do you want?" one survivor yells from behind the table.The man laughs heartily and turns around. He walks over and stands beside one of the soldiers, resting his arm on his shoulder. He has dark hair and blue eyes with a sharp chin, and he seems rather fit and muscular. He looks to be quite handsome if you weren't focused on him. “What's goin
Liz looked frightened by Paul's statement. “I think I know where we need to go now,” she tells him quietly, glancing towards the window. “There's a way out of here”They stand up and walk towards the window together. They move closer to the edge of the window but stop when the sound becomes louder. It sounds like hundreds of feet stomping across the concrete floor, accompanied by an animalistic roar, followed by the sound of breaking glass, followed by a scream.Both Liz and Paul glance over the side of the building and see several armed men running towards
Liz looked frightened by Paul's statement. “I think I know where we need to go now,” she tells him quietly, glancing towards the window. “There's a way out of here”They stand up and walk towards the window together. They move closer to the edge of the window but stop when the sound becomes louder. It sounds like hundreds of feet stomping across the concrete floor, accompanied by an animalistic roar, followed by the sound of breaking glass, followed by a scream.Both Liz and Paul glance over the side of the building and see several armed men running towards the building holding torches.“Shit!” Liz exclaims. “We need to run”“How?”“Follow me”Liz climbs over the ledge and jumps down. She lands with a thud on the ground below and quickly moves to hide behind a large tree trunk.
Paul follows her, grabbing a branch and carefully lowering himself onto the ground so he could reach the ground more easily. When he was safely on the ground, he stands beside Liz.“We have to find out which direction it went,” Liz says.“It might be gone," Paul warns.Liz nods, looking around the area. She points towards a small gap between two trees.“I think this might be our best chance"Paul and Liz walk forward slowly, keeping their heads low in case they encounter any enemies. After they made it about 30 meters they hear footsteps approaching from behind them.Paul pulls Liz into an alleyway and holds his hand up to silence her as he peers around the corner. He listens carefully. After several seconds the footsteps fade away and Paul slowly relaxes. Once he's certain nobody has been following them, he motions for Liz to follow him once more. They move cautiously along the alleyway toward the end.As soon as the light hits his eyes, he gasps. Liz notices the horrified look on
Liz clenches her fists tightly in frustration. “Look, I don't have time for a joke man. Just tell me where he went” she insists.“Why should I do anything for you? You're not our boss”Before Liz can react, someone comes storming up behind her and yanks her backward forcefully, sending her crashing onto the ground. She tries to struggle free of whoever had grabbed her, but it was useless. She couldn't fight back. Her captor roughly grabs her arm and lifts her until her feet dangle above the ground. Liz kicks and flails about wildly, kicking her attacker hard in the stomach. However, her attacks seem to fail. She hears him grunt, her kicks feel useless. Suddenly, something cold and hard presses itself against her throat.She freezes and her struggles cease instantly.“Don't even bother struggling,” the man snarls threateningly as his grip tightens around her neck. Liz closes her eyes and prepares herself to die.Just as suddenly, her assailant fall
“I know the creature is close by, but we need to evacuate the prisoners from the building before—” suddenly the elevator stopped moving followed by a roar that hooked the whole building. “That's the creature's rage” Liz looks at him in confusion. “Anger?” she asks. “What does that mean?"Paul glances down at Liz as the doors open with a ding and steps out. “The creature may look like a beast, but its emotions are much more complex than that. Its anger is pure rage fueled by fear, fear fueled by pain, and pain fueled by loneliness. It's driven by hate, hate-fueled by grief. That's why it's called the Beast of New York"“You must have lost your mind,” Elizabeth whispers incredulously. Paul shakes his head as they step out of the elevator and approach the cell doors. “I wouldn't say that, Liz. I wouldn't call what I saw a hallucination if it was just a hallucination. You see, the reason I said 'no one can resist being drawn to this place is that I b
The group is led through a maze of hallways and then down stairs to a basement. The room is dark and musty smelling. An old iron gate is sitting on a platform in the middle of the room and a couple of men are standing next to it. There is a large metal padlock attached to the front gate. Two guards stand guard outside the gate. A loud noise catches the group’s attention and the doors of the lift begin to slide open.Liz looks up and sees another security guard standing behind the two men, holding a gun pointed directly at them. She stares wide-eyed at the guard before quickly averting her gaze, focusing instead on the floor. After the elevator door has slid shut once again, she turns back to look at the guards.One of them smiles at her slightly, "I'm sorry Miss Jones. No visitors permitted under any circumstances." He reaches up and pats her head playfully. "I bet they'll let you through though. It's nice to see a young woman getting some exercise, hm?"The other guard smiles malicio