<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">6 Hours Earlier</div></span><br/>Dimitri couldn't see anything, his hands were tied and there was a sack over his head. Then a voice he was all to familiar with spoke it was the Russian Mobs leader Slavin. "Dimitri... Dimitri...  Dimitri... What a shame you have to die this way if it wasn't for the apocalypse I might have let you live, but you see the all mighty dollar is worth shit anymore with the collapse of the economy. Seeing how you owe the Mob a rather sizeable Debt due to your gambling addiction, the only way to make you pay is with your life. Make sure you bury him alive." that was the last thing he heard before he caught a gun stock to the back of the head.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Current time</div></span><br/>Dimitri woke up and dug his way through about a foot of dirt, before seeing a few terrors and a bunch of the mob members dead on the ground. He thought to himself so not to alert Any terrors left around the area. "Holy shit there all dead, what am I saying they tried to kill me pieces of Shit deserve it." he looked around for a gun with no luck but one of the guys did have a pocket knife on him. "guess they didn't think they'd be seeing any terrors." as he finished his thoughts a terror had screech or screamed or something, he grabbed the knife and got back in the hole he was in before. He proceeded to think a curse word over and over again.