Sin City...<br/><br/>It's lights were always the first thing you see when you come into Freeside. This night was no different. The lights were shining and creating their typical magical effects.<br/><br/>But just like another place in another time and in another universe near Philadelphia, Sin City was just empty.. or so it would seem.<br/><br/>Maybe not completely empty. What was missing were the milling about of the customers of various casinos, the gamblers, the hustlers, the cons, the outlaws, the mobsters and the hooligans. On this Hallow of nights, these persistent crowds were simply not there.<br/><br/><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F68owXsix9A" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Who was present was the Ocean's gang, scattered about along the strip in almost every direction, none of them together. They were asked to come together here for a special Halloween bash by Mr. House. Though none of them had met him yet, they knew that this was an offer they couldn't refuse.</a><br/><br/>In the dead of this Hallow night, there was a sound, getting louder and louder, emanating from the Lucky 38 tower but moving away from it in the middle of the street. It was the<a class="externalLink" href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs31/f/2008/229/9/9/99c67802355f97fe2a1411fda4ec6ab4.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Painted Lady</a>. But strangely enough, she was wearing a<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.rustyzipper.com/full/180972.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> house dress circa the 50's</a>, fully covering her usually all-nude form. Her shoes (yes, she was wearing shoes!) were dragging quickly against the street scraping on by as she pitter patted as quickly as her skirt would allow her to half-run.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Oooooooh! Goodness! Gracious me! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! MONSTERS!!!!!</span>" The painted lady screamed as she ran down the strip.<br/><br/>Behind her, was two... no, three now, shuffling slow walking people. Looking more closely, these people looked sick... No, grey skin, rotted... mottled... torn flesh in places, torn clothes. The were dead! They were the walking dead! And they were folliowing the painted lady!<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">BRRRAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS!</span>" they moaned, sounding half-asleep following relentlessly. They were coming and they couldn't be stopped.<br/><br/>Fanya ran as fast as her restricted legs would take her, hoping to run into someone else who might help her.<br/><br/><b><i>Who would help Fanya and the others? Who would bolt and run for Freeside? Who would take on the zombie hoards of Sin City and find a way to put an end to this madness?</i></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>