The still of the night air is disturbed by the woeful screams of sirens that tear through the darkened city streets. Eyes peer from the slits of curtains and blinds as people fearfully watch from boarded up homes. The outside streets are nearly deserted, and a stale haze slithers about enwrapping all in its path. Above the full moon casts a pallid light to see by, the street lamps flickering with each passing moment. Upon windows and doorways vibrant yellow caution tape is draped, and signs haphazardly stand about with that dreadful symbol. QUARANTINE! For a better picture of the city once called home, the scene pans out for a bird’s eye view. The diffused remains of rotting human flesh are strewn about with little care for sanitation. A human graveyard, a human disposal area, death lingers. A highly contagious sickness that leads to spontaneous organ failure has taken a hold of the mortal race. What a dreadful thought when even the air that mortals breathe is a death sentence. The Red Death has come forth to take back the lands and drench them in blood and tears. Alone in this dying world a young girl is crying while cradled in the arms of her guardian angel. Broken and smeared in blood, so exposed to the cruelties of reality. Darkness begins to encroach upon her, ripping apart her guardian angel with one fell slice. As the guardian's body shreds in half with a sickening crunching and ripping noise, blood and feathers fly forward and stain the girl's face. She stares with fearful eyes upon the Red Death as it reaches its skeletal hand toward her mortal flesh. Frozen in terror she can just sit there, helpless, until the skeletal hand grabs hold of her small wrist. A shocking cold shoots up her arm and a horrible fear wraps around her very soul. Is this it? Is this the end? Rika suddenly sat up straight in a cold sweat. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to orient herself to reality from her dark dream. Moving her hand to her panting chest, her fingers ran over the various scars that covered her body from the numerous surgeries she'd underwent. She was a patchwork of parts, it seemed. Her dark hair fell into her face as she looked around for her brother, "Vance?" she whispered into the dark night. They were currently staying in the house of a recently repossessed individual. Vance was good with getting information like that and so they were squatting for the time being, at least it was a bed though. For a brief moment, Rika thought that Vance might have actually left her and a bit of panic arose within her, "Vance!?" she called a bit louder as she threw the covers off and moved toward the bedroom door. The doorknob began to slowly turn. Instinctively, Rika grabbed the gun from the nightstand and aimed it at the doorway. As the door swung open she was met by a gun pointed back at her, and her brother Vance. He looked upon her with warning eyes but said nothing. "Vance!" Rika said relieved as she dropped the gun and ran toward him, wrapping her arms around her beloved brother. She cupped his face a moment and looked him over, "Where did you go?" she said quietly as she stepped feebly back. Vance looked upon her and walked forward, picking up her small weapon, "I went out. The Cutters and Darkies are out and about again, we have to be careful" he said in a level tone. Placing the guns safely on the nightstand, he began to unpack his personal belongings onto a nearby chair. Digging around the small knapsack he'd found, he brought out a small case and extended it toward Rika. Rika moved hesitantly forward and took the wooden case, opening the lid as she peered inside. A faint green glow came from inside as a smile curled on her lips. Reaching in she took out a little green vial of liquid, "You did this for me?" she said to Vance. He only nodded his head faintly. It was a new stash of fresh street brewed X. Vance was in the process of taking off his shirt. Rika decided to show her appreciation to her beloved brother. Placing the vial in the injecting gun, Rika moved toward Vance and wrapped her arms around him, "I was worried about you" she said as she tenderly caressed Vance's neck and pressed the injecting gun against his arm injecting a dose of the X into him. He grunted softly and turned to face Rika, his eyes scanning over her body with an truculent hunger. Taking her back to the bed, he laid her down as he injected her with the drug, her fingers running over his body. Her pupils dilated as she felt the intoxicating effects of the X running through her blood stream. As the night slowly drew on, Rika and Vance had their amorous embrace, falling asleep wrapped in one another's arms. A few hours later, Vance awoke. Slipping from Rika's side, he put his clothes back on as he carefully peered out the windows to the streets below. A figure was hastily running for their life, pursued by a dark figure in an all too familiar outfit. The running figure tripped and fell as the dark figure swooped in for the taking, a flash of steel and a horrible cry of pain as blood stained the streets and the Cutter repossessed another Neocore organ. Without pity or remorse, the repo man turned and stalked off into the shadows leaving the poor victim to writhe in agonizing pain for the last moments of their life. Vance let the curtain fall back into place and sighed as he looked back upon his sleeping sister. He checked the jamming devices before he slipped back into bed protectively next to her, remaining awake for the remainder of the night.