The night was still, the wind was absence and the

moon was the only light that illuminated the darken

streets, but what made this night so terrifying was the

familiar hissing and sounds that followed a set

of milky yellow eyes that lost their living spark and

could be seen like the sun in the sky.

" A sun that must forever be set." thought a figure who

sat on the upstairs windowsill of one of the many

abandoned homes that one could find these days.

The figure scanned his brown eyes over the ruined

streets showing hundreds of those that were once alive

but are now forced to wander without a care in the

world with the only urge to feed a never ending hunger.

The man was then revealed himself from the shadows

by the illumination of the night skies revealing his short

black hair and dark caramel skin that almost matched

his eyes as they stayed glued to the streets.

Almost feeling the presence of another meal one of

them looked up at the windowsill but was met with a

black room as man ducked underneath the window with

held breath and cold sweat as the survival instinct to

use stealth ran through his mind as being his only

savior from the Biters. He stayed in that position for

what felt like a few moments before the sounds of

heavy footsteps could be heard on the front porch of

the house as he drew his Bowie Knife from the sheath

on his right hip before slowly making his way

downstairs where the shadows of the undead came in

through the crack under the door before moving away.

The young man didn't dare to take a sigh of relief as

he pressed his back against the back of a blood soaked

couch before simply waiting for a few more minutes as

the Biters stumbled and knocked over things that only

attracted more to the house.

" Damn, I gotta leave." thought the man as the sound of

gunshots went off without warning as he watched the

shadows of the away from the windows as he slowly

crept his way back upstairs in order to look at the

window.

" Where!" thought the man as he looked out the window

he couldn't see the shooter but could hear the loud

distant yells of a man as he continued to shoot before

looking around for an escape route as a smile formed

across his face at the sight of a clear backyard behind

the house across the street and a small depression in

the number of Biters in the area as he watched many of

the slowly make their way down the streets.

" Finally!" thought the man as he slowly made his way

back downstairs before pulling his black mask over his

mouth and nose and pulling the hood of his black

jacket over his head and slowly making his way outside

of the house where the Biters were completely oblivious

of presence as he moved through the streets with silent

footsteps, low breaths, but the constant beating of his

heart almost like a war drum as he finally stepped into

the front yard of the house next door before climbing

over the wooden fence and landing safely in the bushes

of the backyard where he took a peak behind the green

foliage and noticed the still empty backyard before

making his way out of the bushes and moving to the

end of the backyard and hopping the fence again but

this time instead of landing in bushes he landed on top

of a picnic table.

"Son of a !" said the man not worrying about the

sound as he noticed three Biters staring at him with

blank looks on their faces as they shuffled towards him

just as he reached into the back of his pants to draw a

Handgun before eyeing the group.

" No, I got this ." thought the man as he let go of his

gun and grabbed his knife just as the first Biter got

towards him he jumped off the table and slammed into

the creatures head knee first as it collapsed onto the

ground he slammed his knife into the forehead of the

beast before looking at the next Biter as it approached

him he took a slice at the creatures foot ripping it's

pants and revealing a long slash as the creature fell

forward and slammed head first onto the table where

the man grabbed a hold of the back of the creatures

head before slamming the creatures head into the table

with enough force to shatter it's face.

"Last one!" said the man as the last Biter went to grab

a hold of him he kicked the creature in the gut sending

it spending before taking his knife and driving it into

the back of the creatures head as he fell to one knee

before taking deep breaths.

" I gotta keep moving." thought the man as he took a

few deep breaths before leaving out of the backyard

and noticing the clear streets in front of the house as a

smile spread across his face before he began his track

down the street.

" It's been two months since this started and

everyday I still wonder bow could my life go from so

high to so low." thought the man as the memories of

the day when everything changed for the worse.

Flashback

The sun was shining bright over the city of Philadelphia

as the cool March air swept through the city as an

alarm clock went off on the dresser next to a bed as

the man laying down slammed the top of the clock

before taking a seat on the edge of the bed before

making his way across his room and turning his

plasma screen television to the news.

"This is Susan Sampson coming to you live from South

Philly where two more men were fatally shot to death

early this morning both with known gang ties." said the

reporter as the man made his way to the bathroom he

didn't notice the images that came to the screen.

"This marks the twentieth gang shooting in Philadelphia

this year as street gangs and organized crime groups

battle one another for control of the drug trade across

East Coast." said the woman as more images of men

being loaded into ambulances filled the screen.

"Amongst the gangs fighting in this war is who

reporters are calling the next Murder Inc the violent and

infamous Dark Circle Gang or known otherwise as the

DCG Death Squad." said the reporter as the man

grabbed a few clothes from his dresser before starting

up the shower.

"What started out as a multicultural group of drug

smuggling contract killers with silent ties to the

American Mafia families across the Northeast United

States, the Dark Circle Gang has morphed itself into a

violent powerhouse that has a vise grip like choke hold

on the street level drug trade in North Philly and

trafficking across the Northeast." said the reporter as

the man exited the room and eyed the television.

"The gang has been linked to violent crimes against its

long time rivals the Red Cobras and are believed to be

trafficking weapons into-!" started the woman as the

man turned off the television.

"Enough of this crap." said the man as he dropped the

remote for his TV before making his way to his

bathroom where he removed his shirt revealing a Grim

Reaper tattooed across his back with a tribal design for

an Eagle and Dragon tattooed across his chest with a

skull in the middle and the letter DCG Death Squad

tattooed on his stomach as he stepped into the

shower.

"Same old all day." said the man as he stepped

out of the shower before putting on a pair of baggy

dark blue jeans, black shoes, and a white T-shirt under

a black leather jacket as he walked out of the

bathroom before grabbing his phone and dialing a

number it didn't ring long before the familiar voice of

one of the man's close friends answered.

"Marcus, brother what's going on?" came a familiar

voice as a smile spread across the man's face.

"Nothing much, how are things going on your end?"

asked Mark as he heard a loud chuckle.

"So far so good brother, the deal went off without a

hitch and we're making our way to Waynesburg." said

the man as Mark nodded his head.

"What are you looking at?" asked Mark.

"Mostly M4 Carbines and G36 Assault Rifles once we

get to Waynesburg we'll start modifying." said the man

on the other end as Mark nodded his head.

"Alright I'll meet you all there later today, I gotta take

care of something." said Mark.

"Alright but be careful brother police are still keeping

eye on us." said the man as Mark nodded his head

before hanging his phone up and dialing another

number.

" Come on Sam pick up your damn phone ." thought

Mark as he the person on the other end answered

causing Mark to give a sigh of relief as he heard the

familiar female voice on the other end.

"Sam just calling to check up on you." said Mark as he

heard the woman on the other end give a low chuckle.

"Don't worry I'm not in prison this week." said Sam as

Mark gave a low chuckle.

"Everything alright with you?" asked Sam.

"Yeah just about to go to work." said Mark as Sam's

voice became real low as she answered.

"Something wrong?" asked Mark.

"I'm just worried about you is all." said S