[D.F.I.]

Chapter 1: The start

Alan and his partner Muli was driving in the Industrial Region, where they were investigating a disturbance at the abandoned Sulphur Refining plant.
" You know, I bet this is just another hobo break in, Alan." Muli said.
"You're probably right. We're meeting Yimin and William at the plant, right Muli?" Alan asked.
"Yeah."

They drove down Main Holt Road, where Yimin and William were standing outside the plant. Yimin was waving at them.
"Hi Muli!" Yimin shouted. Alan parked the car behind Yimin's patrol car.
"Hi Yimin," Muli replied. "You searched the area, right?" Mul pointed down the road.
"Yeah, and there seems that there was no break in. But there was all these dead pigeon corpses lying all around the place."
"Uh Huh. And, I've noticed that there's a lack of hobos around here. Seems that...."
A dead corpse was flung out the window. Muli and Yimin ducked, just as the body cruised above their heads. It hit Yimin's patrol car, breaking its front windscreen. "My car....." YImin moaned.
The rest of the team pulled out their Pistols, and pointed it at the window. Yimin examined the body. "A hobo." he said. "It seems that......."
Down the street, several unknown creatures were charging toward them at full speed. William, Muli, and Alan shot at them emptying clip after clip, but only one was killed. "Oh shit," muttered Yimin, as he pulled out his pistol. He shot two of them in the head. They crumpled to the ground instantly. Another was pumped full of bullets. He died, after sucumming to over ten bullets to the torso. The rest was dispatched by head shots.
"So the head is the weak point," said Alan.
"Duh," Yimin replied.
"So.....not what?" Muli said.
"We find out what's going on. We enter the plant." William said. Everyone looked at him. "Are you sure?" Muli asked William. William simply nodded, and, with his hands shaking, reloaded his pistol. He opened the trunk of Yimin's wrecked car, and handed everyone a MP5. "Just in case,"William said, "In case you get into trouble."
Muli opened the factory door, after a great struggle. They entered the building, not knowing what to expect.