[center][h1][color=aba000]James Harris[/color][/h1][/center]

James was working underneath a '69 Mustang, which was lifted up on a platform. [color=a0410d]"Hey James, were closing early today, boy!"[/color] Said his uncle, coming out of his office. James then turned his view over to him. [color=aba000]"But the client is coming tomorow to pick up this car."[/color] Said James, pointing with the wrench in his hand towards it as he came out from underneath it. [color=a0410d]"I know. That's exactly why you're gonna stay behind and finish it. And lock the place when you're done."[/color] Said his uncle as he threw the keys to James. [color=aba000]"What's with the wine?"[/color] Asked James. [color=a0410d]"What this thing? I invited Jenna over for dinner. She was more then happy to accept. I think I found the right one this time boy. She's way better then the others."[/color] He said while looking at the wine bottle in his hand for a second and then back at James, who instantly developed a smile on his face. [color=a0410d]"I also need you to stay away for a few hours. I don't know, go out and have some fun. You haven't had fun in a long time."[/color] Said his uncle as he patted James on his left shoulder and went for the exit. [color=aba000]"Have fun!"[/color] Shouted James as his uncle didn't turn to him or respond but instead waved the wine bottle in the air as a sign that he understood. 

James shook his head with the same smile on his face as he got back underneath the car and started working at it again. The up-sliding doors to the garage were open, James and his uncle liked it that way. Nasty air getting out, fresh air getting in. About 20 minutes after his uncle left, James was busy but he noticed someone coming in. [color=aba000]"Were closed! Come back tomorow if you need anything."[/color] Said James without looking at the man. [color=aba000]"Dude, I said were closed, what part of that didn't you under------stand!"[/color] The person that came inside the shop looked in terrible shape. His skin was all grey, the color in his eyes was almost gone and on top of all that he was making strange noises, that were kind of hard to explain. James looked shocked at the man as he came out from underneath the car and started to back up slowly. [color=aba000]"Are you alright man? You don't look so good. Want me to call 911?"[/color] James recieved no answer to his question as the sickly person kept moving in his direction. [color=aba000]"Listen man. If you don't leave right now, bad things are gonna happen. I don't wanna hurt you. But I will."[/color] He said as he grabbed the wrench he previously used and pointed it threatningly towards the man. 

Once he got close enough, the person attacked James as they both fell on the ground with James dropping the wrench. The person was on top of James and wanted to bite him. He was very strong for someone who seemed so frail. With one hand James held the person by the neck and with the other he attempted to reach the wrench. Then all of a sudden, while he was doing that, a gunshot echoed inside and the person fell dead, shot to the head. James pushed away the person from on top of him and as he rised up in a state of shock as he looked towards the entrance. A man in a police uniform with a .40 caliber Glock in his hands was standing there. [color=004b80]"Are you alright citizen?"[/color] The cop asked as he made his way inside. [color=004b80]"I saw all the comotion and..."[/color] The cop didn't get the chance to finish the sentence as another sick person came from out of nowhere and attacked him from behind by bitting his neck. As the cop went down on the ground screaming, a shocked James put both his hands on his head and then turned behind, running towards his uncle's office and slamming the door behind him. He then looked around as if he was searching for something. He ran to the desk and started looking through the drawers. He remembered that his uncle kept a gun here. He had to find it before he would leave. 

After minutes of searching James found the gun he was looking for. A stainless Springfield 1911 in .45 ACP. James checked if there was a round in the chamber and racked the slide as it wasn't. He then took the two extra magazines and placed them in his left pocket. Now he had to get out and make it to his car. As he slowly opened the door, James saw the sick person literally eating on the now dead cop. He closed back the door. [color=aba000]"Oh Jesus Christ, I think i'm gonna be sick."[/color] Said James as he gripped the 1911 tight. [color=aba000]"Alright James! Imagine you're hunting."[/color] He said to himself as he opened the door and shot the person dead in the head. As he made a run for it, getting out of the shop and heading to the parking lot on the other side of the street, opening the car and getting inside, closing the door and locking it, just in case. The parking lot seemed pretty deserted so for the moment he was safe. Just for the moment as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. James's car was a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454. Three years ago it was nothing but a pile of junk. James found it in the junkyard outside the city. He and his uncle worked at it for over a year and got it back in tip-top shape. As beautiful as the day it came out of the factory. Powerful 454 cubic inch V8 engine, red paint, black stripes, black leather interior and everything else. James restored this car back to it's original self, with nothing modern and fancy in it. Well, maybe except for the cd player that replaced the original radio.
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