Jack was running through the shitty, junky streets of the Gasligh District; an island pulled from the sea filled with Immortal criminal inhabitants who have been forsaken by God, left to rot for all of eternity. He was being chased by The Smiling Dead gang after he witnessed Mel's HUMAN BLACK BLOOD.

"FUCK!" His stupid ass tripped, his guns flying out of his reach and he cursed. His purple blood dripped from the bullet wound in his head, staining the ground. He nervously looked around, praying that Ken, Mud or Breadhead wouldn't find him.