Oh! something is dropping on the car. Rain? How appropriate, you really need some lullaby right now. It's kind of cool to be free and alone for once, taking up shelter by yourself and sleeping in piece. You must enjoy it while it still lasts.


...Hmm, it has became a little cold in here. You begin to shiver as you get yourself up and look through the glasses. Everything seems to be quiet around here. Man, you would kill to have a smoke right now.


You suddenly think of the metal brick which has been hiding in the compartment the whole time. You head to the dashboard and hold the broken cell phone to your view. 'It has been out since the hit, what a waste...' This thing has taken 3 bullets for you and still, it refuses to die.


But it has to be gone now, such a tragedy...You throw the phone away, finding it unbelievable that you forgot to get rid of it earlier. No use in keeping the potential tracking device for the police.


The rain is falling quite heavily. That biker gang would have to be the most hard-working thugs of the Earth if they still wanted to run their business in this state. You start the engine and get out of the parking line-


And the first sight that greets you after you turned on the light is a bloody cloth which looks like it is wrapping something inside too, lovely! You step on the gas and speed up like a madman, driving towards the exit of the garage. Watch out!!!


...


It never turns out well for you, isn't it? Hell of bullets are unleashing directly on the street, right under this heavy rain! What is going on with this place?? You can't drive through the danger zone out there that's for sure, you can't even see clearly what's ahead. Uh oh! Bad turn!!! Someone has noticed your light and they don't waste any second to get rid of you.


"Get the hell out of here, shithead! OFGG!" You shoot him dead before he could do anymore damage to your car and drive its tail back to the parking section while trading fire with the attackers who are on his side.


Your day now has officially gone further beyond the worst. There is some serious conflict going on between these punks and they are powering their own dominance through the use of lethal firearms. You have to avoid getting nabbed in these.

You wait until it's clear

A Shotgun, an Uzi and a mere shitty handgun are the only things capable of fending them off you have and you don't want to waste them. The stupidest thing is that you don't have a freaking clue on how to reload the Uzi and the Shotgun so you just bought them off without any ammo...It's gonna go to shit if you have to resort to them. Weapons of mass destruction at its finest state right here, what a load of shit your head must have been. On the bright side, you got yourself a huge piles of clips for the pistol so at least you won't have to worry about running out of option in a gunfire...which is happening right now.


"Kill him!"


It's not a good idea to stay in one place. You quickly get out of your car and crawl to another with bullets flying directly above your head and drilling noises of them to your side. It's a total death zone out there and you can only hope that they didn't intend on flaring the place up. Peaking from the bottom park of a brown car, your eyes set on their sexy legs and with them flapping around, you can easily mark your route to avoid any crossfire coming for you.


You begin to wait...


...


...


Too far away or has it ended? You realise that you have been backing yourself to the corner, isolated from any opening fire. They don't aim at you anymore. No sounds of yelling or projectiles ejecting can be heard anymore, just your breath and the drop of rain water.


With caution, you slowly move to the front and the sight before you is...quite a gory piece to add to your nightmare. The rain has created a stream of red blood along with guts and organs. You can almost see a healthy beating heart flowing by. It's too dark to make out anything else so you can't be too sure about this but...Is that a pair of cockroach's legs that is stuck inside someone's neck? And it's moving, slightly but it's still making a scene of itself.

You investigate

You find it unbelievable that even in this scenario, you can still find excitement over something like this. What can you say? Danger is scary yet so alluring at the same time.


You carefully step over to the scene with a gun in hands, never manage hold it properly but still. Let's see here...The thing is jerking in and out the neck of the corpse as if it was trying to get itself out of the meatload. You can safely assume that it is stuck and there is nothing around resembling it.

You shoot it

"A mosquito, what the hell??!" You burst a drop of water aside while taking aim at the abomination before you. A big black winged creature with a redish tumor sticking out of its groin area, it's a giant mosquito! Is this some kind of illusion trick your brain is playing with you? The thing is sucking his blood through its tube and thanks to your welcoming speech, it has now been aware of another human being, you.


You blast it open instantly with your pistol, not a really threatening creature to be scared of. It's screaming in pain and that hellish reaction just want you to end it. Oops, overshot!! Now it's just a big giant mess dripping yellow liquid to the bloody stream. You can't make out any of its original shape anymore.


You stare blankly at a random corpse before you as the rain starts beating it harder. He was so twisted and dried up that you almost consider it is a thick rag that you're seeing if it weren't for the clothes and the hair.


Something has seriously gone wrong...You suddenly remember the bloody cloth that was right under your car before this madness started and the mere thought of it overflows your mind. You-you have to get out of here as fast as possible! Every wrong decision right now might turn out to be your last.

You go check it out

You decide to go back into that place to check it out yourself. It's no use standing in the rain and you have this weird hunch that something would go horribly wrong if you escaped. But it's mostly curiosity that guide your legs to find the thing which had scared you nearly to death.


You unreval the fabric mess to reveal a badly beaten up human being that you cannot recognise anymore, just a few drops of dried blood and ichor remained on the body, probably having been put under your vehicle before it started raining. A victim of those monster too? You put away your shade to have a clear look at the corpse.


Damn! The smell is messed up, you have to keep a distance from it to stand the stench. From what you can tell. This one had pretty much been clubbed to death before those things slurped their fluid. So aside from the risk of those violent thugs and the police, you got yourself a nice threat from obscenity of hell too. Why he or she was beaten to death before they got fed to those, that you don't know. What you do know is, this terror will soon end your life if you don't get out of here.


'Is there more?' You start to wonder. 'I can't be alone in this.' Before long, you find another poor soul being stuffed under another vehicle, this one...has undergone some heavy decaying and yet strangely clean at the same time. From what you can tell, the corpse was reserved pretty well and no one would have any trouble identifying the owner.


There is one another thing that now you have noticed .There are a large rows of motorcycles parking in here. You didn't recall seeing that many when you were hiding in the car. And they have those crazy marks and decoratings that make no sense, almost look like one of the symbol you usually came across in a bar or something.


 'Rock on the road?...Nah, a biker gang can not be this polite.' You quickly discard the thought of them storming this place. 'Unless the roads were blocked, they would never do something like this...Or could this awful place be their hideout and I've been fooled the whole time???'


You take a quick look at the parking lot under the rainy night. !!! You should have realised this sooner, this area has been nearly surrounded by cruisers and baggers, those types that you never want to ride on. That's it! You don't care if it's even true or not, you're getting out of here!


"Helllpppp mmee!!! Help!!"


Just when you're about to start the engine, a mixed screams of both men and women get through the glasses and into your hearing. With this heavy drop of rain water, it must have taken a lot of people to pull that off.