We had been holed up for days.  They just kept coming and coming.  They had already wiped out all but three of us.  Marvin, Marcellus, and Tony were dead.  The others never made it to the ground because those things managed to destroy the helicopter before it could land.  Of the six who made it in, only three of us remained.  Tony got thrown out of a window, Marcellus was caught from behind, and Vincent accidentally shot Marvin in the face.  That left Jules, Vincent, and I to finish the mission.

I'm sure you're wondering who we are, what these things were, and what our mission was.  Well, we were members of a tactical rescue and swat force called E.C.W.G., or Ex Cons With Guns.   We were called in by the LAPD when strange occurences began to happen.  People began disappearing at an alarming rate and strange sightings were reported all over town.  We were originally supposed to investigate a large mansion on the outskirts of the city, but by the time we arrived it was already happening.  The Parasol Corporation had been working on a biological weapon known only as the T-virus, but the samples somehow got into the hands of the wrong person and now the city was running amok with the living dead.  We were then on a rescue mission, but there were no survivors.  Our comrades were killed, as I said, and it was just the three of us.

"Man, I don't know how much longer I can keep this up," said Jules.  "Those things are everywhere and we've been running and shooting for days."  Vincent snapped back at him, "Jules, shut up.  This is nothin' compared to 'Nam, man."  "Vincent, this and 'Nam ain't the same ballpark.  Hey, they ain't even the same sport!  Don't blow this off, man!" said Jules.  While the two of them argued, I had been studying a map of the city.  I discovered a subway access ladder which happened to be located in the building we were in.  We then made our way to the underground train grid and boarded a car.

As we were leaving, the legions of undead broke through the gate and surrounded our train.  These beasts were grotesque and fearsome.  Their skin had chunks of flesh missing here and there and organs were protruding outward.  We began to open fire on the fiends as our train pulled away.  I breathed a sigh of relief as the figures got smaller and smaller as we drifted away.  Suddenly, a violent rumble rocked our train and a large claw scooped Vincent out of the window.  Jules and I had no time to mourn as the creature jumped through the roof.  This was no ordinary beast.  This was the undead Michael Jackson!   We immediatly opened fire on the monstrosity, but our bullets had no effect.  I grabbed a grenade and shoved it into the mouth of the beast and he exploded.

Jules and I rode the train into the station and I helped him up the stairs.  He had been wounded during the final battle, but would surely pull through.  We opened the metal shutters and basked in the golden rays of sun that we normally took for granted.  It was a beautiful day indeed, but something was wrong.  The streets were empty.  There were no people around at all.  I looked around for a bit and then heard the all familiar slow footsteps.  Could there be more here...?