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The streets of New York City, formerly rife with life, were barren beneath the bloody sky.  The moon cast disfigured shadows to every surface in the city.  There was no movement at all.  Distant shrieks of terrified citizens echoed to every nook and cranny.  In the shroud of darkness, ghouls and monsters of all shapes and sizes lurked, drinking in the fright of the helpless city-dwellers.  From a far-off alleyway, a faint blaring resounded.  It grew louder, sending ripples of movement through the darkness.  Then, in an instant, Ecto-1 exploded into the evil streets, headlights providing the only illumination.  Five passengers nervously peered out at the ghostly demilitarized zone outside. <BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR />It was a dead-end square of the backsides of brick buildings.  Rickety fire escapes clung to the side of the crumbling tenements.  Ecto-1 was parked in the very center of this fortified area.  Peter leaned on the door, voicing his confusion. <BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR />Egon kept firing like crazy, but looked at his teammates.  Ray was losing ground fast.  Peter was about to be swept away in the flood of specters.  Winston had retreated to Ecto-1, still blasting.  It was time to go. <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR />As the Busters filed into the basement, Egon explained. <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR /> <BR /> <BR /><BR />
The streets of New York City, formerly rife with life, were barren beneath the bloody sky.  The moon cast disfigured shadows to every surface in the city.  There was no movement at all.  Distant shrieks of terrified citizens echoed to every nook and cranny.  In the shroud of darkness, ghouls and monsters of all shapes and sizes lurked, drinking in the fright of the helpless city-dwellers.  From a far-off alleyway, a faint blaring resounded.  It grew louder, sending ripples of movement through the darkness.  Then, in an instant, Ecto-1 exploded into the evil streets, headlights providing the only illumination.  Five passengers nervously peered out at the ghostly demilitarized zone outside. It was a dead-end square of the backsides of brick buildings.  Rickety fire escapes clung to the side of the crumbling tenements.  Ecto-1 was parked in the very center of this fortified area.  Peter leaned on the door, voicing his confusion. Egon kept firing like crazy, but looked at his teammates.  Ray was losing ground fast.  Peter was about to be swept away in the flood of specters.  Winston had retreated to Ecto-1, still blasting.  It was time to go. As the Busters filed into the basement, Egon explained.
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