Alison gets the vodka and hands it to Adrian. "What do you need the vodka for? Probably for drinking so I don't even know why I asked that." She says smiling.

I smiled at Alison.
"I'm kinda troubled, thanks for the vodka by the way."

"No problem." Alison walked over to the bar and sat in a seat.Then one of the messed up drunks walked over to her. "Hey babyyyyy!!! Wanna gooooooooooo out sum time???" Alison her eyes and showed him the hand. "Leave me alone!" The drunk laugh wildly. "Hey!! Y-Y-You can't talk to me like that!! I'm the future president!!" "Are you delusional or something??" She said not even looking at the guy.

I stood in the way of the drunk who was bugging Alison.
"Hey! Leave her alone, we don't want no trouble, we got enough down here already!" I said calmly.
"I'll do what I want when I want, Mr solider!" The drunk grunted.
"Heh, try telling that to the freaks once they tear your face off!" I laughed.
"F-F-FUCK YOU MR SOLIDER!!!!!!" The drunk roared. He then grabbed a vodka bottle and smashed it on a seat and looked at me.
"Don't even think about it!" But he didn't listen and tried to stab me.
I quickly knocked the bottle out of his hand, jammed my fingers into his stomach to get him to bend over, then when he was down I threw an uppercut into his face. He stumbled backwards towards Jim, who simply grabbed him by the throat and said: "Go home, shitface."
"Pffft, ass." I muttered.

Alison looked at Jim and Adrian. "Thanks guys. If you didn't show him who's boss he would've have tried to rape me. Or I would of shot him in the head." She smirked and asked the bartender for some more vodka.

"no problem." I said.

A couple of hours later......
I was so drunk I could barely stand, just like Jim.
Jim was more than just another survivor who evacuated. He was my best friend since the aliens got into city 14.
2 Years ago.............
Alison was trying to get the survivors into the subways to escape, I was trying to protect as many as possible, but most of the died. I saw them, being brutally slaughtered, there was nothing I could do! Suddenly, a strange type of headcrab zombie, a big one, slammed his fist into my face and almost knocked me unconscious, almost cracked my skull. Another was about to claw my face off, but a tall man with a beard and shaggy hair, started firing shotgun shells at the creatures that surrounded me. We eventually held 'em off together until the survivors got in, well, the ones that DID survive.
"Thanks pal, you saved my ass out there!" I panted, I was exhausted.
"No problem, I never let a living person behind." He smiled.
"I owe you one. What's you're name, anyway?" I asked.
"Jim, what's your's?" He replied.
"Adrian, nice to meet ya."

Present day...............

"I'm wrecked, I'm gonna get home and hit the hay!" I said.
"Me too." Jim added.

Later that morning.
I woke, my head felt like it had been hit by a baseball bat. I looked at my plan for today. Monday: Gather supplies.
"AAAAAAAAAWWWWW shit!" This job could get loud. Damn! I put on a T-shirt and jeans. After I got ready I headed into the market to get some ammo and some gas mask filters. Then I got some coffee. After the pain in my head had settled down, I found Jim and we went to the firing range.
"What's happening today, Adrian?" Jim asked
"Gathering supplies from the wasteland. Didn't you read today's plan?" I replied
"Err, no." He smiled. "When are we going?" He asked.
"Once the rest of the team meets us at the train station."

Alison met Adrian and Jim at the firing range. "Hey guys. SO sorry I'm late. I had to take care of something!" She smiled. "So when are we going??" She said heavily panting as if she had just ran 20 miles.

"I think we're ready to go, how about you, Alison. You sound exhausted." I fired my desert eagle and hit the target between the eyes. The target was in the shape of a looter made of rusted metal.
Jim moved the target in perfect range of his shotgun, aimed and fired a single shotgun shell that blew his target in half.
"Modified rounds, more devastation." He said.

We all got on the train that headed to the central station of the city. Outside of the central station was a wasteland, a dead city. The freaks and aliens roamed freely in the hellish blaze of radiation. On the surface the air was toxic, it had the effects of the gas used in the first world war. But if it didn't kill then the victim would go crazy with pain and hunger. That's how the freaks were made. I began to sober up on the ride. We arrived at the station eventually.

We arrived at the station, but the place was deserted, empty, not even the guards were there. The sun crept through the gaps in the boards of the windows. We went to the main barricade, but it was smashed to hell.
"Hello? Anybody home?" Jim called out. "Hello???? HELLO?!?!?!?" His voice broke the silence as silhouettes surrounded us. Footsteps echoed around us.