Daniel Hayter woke up to a throbbing headache lying in the middle of the street. He found his memory a little hazy but then again a night of hard drinking will do that to you. Pushing the throbbing in his head to the side he tried to remember last night. He remembered stopping by the bar to have a drink, chatting it up with a pretty young lady and then nothing. He rose slowing to his feet and took in his surroundings. There was fog everywhere but it was clear enough that his could make out a few buildings. This place didn't look familiar to him. For the past few years he'd been living it up on Miami. What the hell was this place and where were all the people? He looked around and almost shouted but thought better of it. Something just wasn't right.

He jumped at the sound of a scrapping noise. He turned behind him to see a silhouette walking toward a building about 50 feet away from him. Daniel called out to them and they stopped moving to turn towards him very slowing. Their tall and lanky build making the turning motion even creepy. "Hey could you tell me where I am?" The silhouette didn't respond it just kept approaching. Whoever it was walked with a rather pronounced limp and as the person got close Daniel noticed some thing was wrong with their leg as well as the rest of their body. The axe was holding was the least of his worries.