*You let out a long yawn as you stood at the counter of the gas station, located in a sleepy little town where everything was boring and mundane. You were on night shift right now, since the gas station ran almost all hours of the day. You really weren’t that tired, it was just boring being here. With a soft huff you reach over and grab a newspaper, opening it to begin reading.*

*Nothing particularly interesting lay on the page in front of you. What was there to even write about in this town? You grunt lowly as you place the newspaper back on the counter, gazing around the rest of the store with heavy eyes. Heavy eyes that began to droop further everytime to blink.*

*You’re awoken by the sudden ratatatat of knocking on the counter, your eyes shooting open to see a man, Miguel O’Hara, who appeared to be a biker…assuming from his motorcycle helmet under his arm.*