After a long day of hard work in the office, you travel through the alleyways to get to your apartment. It's late and dark outside, so you check your watch. "8:40, I should hurry and get back before it becomes too late."
Tuesday, March 17, 2027.
You pack your clothes and extra items and rush to your car. It's about 10 in the morning, and you are already in Illinois. The countryside is something new, you aren't very used to the many low hills and trees everywhere. You decide to look for a motel, and after about 20 minutes, you see one by an exit. After checking in, you unpack and settle down. You plug in your phone and play "Angry Birds" until lunch. There is a pancake restaurant just across the street. There are a few houses around the restaurant, but one seems very old and dilapidated. There is no need to investigate, because you can see the inside of the house on the way out.
Wednesday, March 18, 2027.
After you wake up, you take your fishing supplies outside to the lake. You didn't catch anything, so you decide to continue on your trip. You pack up again, and drive through a few states, and after the long drive, you finally arrive in Nevada. You stop in Las Vegas, where you end up in the Luxor hotel. You know that you will only stay here for another night, and then you will go to California, where you wanted to go in the first place. By the evening, you get a business call from your boss, and apparently, there is a small situation. He explains that some drunk man crashed into the door, and your boss doesn't have insurance to make the repairs. They also explained that they could not call the police and sue him because he ran off.
Thursday, March 19, 2027.
After an hour of driving, you get to California, and reach Los Angeles. You stay there for four days, and return to New York, your home city.
Friday, March 26, 2027.
You are in Illinois again, where you stop at at different motel. You decide to fish at a nearby lake, which is said to be a very good spot to do so. You notice a fishing shop not too far away, and it looks open. "Hello?" you ask, wondering if anyone is inside. You open a door without a handle, and put your finger in the spot where the handle should have been. You see that it is someone's house, and what you see lets you know that it's okay to be in, but you want to leave. There is a long streak of blood, and a dead body. "What the fucking hell?!" you scream. After calming yourself down, you are about to exit, when you notice a trapdoor, most likely leading to the shop owner's basement. You turn on the lights, which turn out to be pretty dim. You walk into a wall, which falls down. Terrified, but curious, you open the door behind it. You see scientific equipment and medical tables, and disfigured bodies. "Oh, hell no..." you say as you turn around, heading for the exit. But these disfigured bodies are still alive. A man covered in his own blood with a stitched arm turns backwards and lumbers to you, moaning in pain. the last thing you remember is a bloated arm from behind you smashing down on your head.