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located in The United States Mid-West, a part of The Will to Survive:The Armageddon Initiative, one of the many universes on RPG.

The United States Mid-West

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Character Portrait: Darcy Morgan Character Portrait: Richard "Freelancer" McCarthy Character Portrait: C.I.A Director Andrew Scott
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Lights blinked in the distance across the dark landscape but not nearly as many as a large metropolis like Minneapolis should have at this hour of the early morning.

Darcy stood in a long shirt in the dark one hand resting on the window that made up the entire right side of the bedroom, there was no wall just glass. She looked out solemnly across the frozen Mississippi river that ran below, to the other side of the city. Everything was covered in a white sheet of crisp brand new snow. It looked so heavenly, so benign, so . . . normal, when it really was anything but.

5.15am The digital clock next to the bed had read. She had slept almost ten full hours. She felt calm and relaxed. It was the most sleep Darcy had got in weeks. It would have been more had the baby not started moving. The rolling and pushing was becoming stronger by the day. She could feel kicking as the baby would cuddle up against her inside.

A slow smile spread across her lips as she rested a hand on the bump that was her belly and felt a jab in response. What was it trying to do inside there? Darcy thought with a small laugh. The smile faded as the inevitable memory of Richard played across her mind.

They had known each other for such a short amount of time, yet what Darcy felt for Richard was all encompassing, still. There would never be anyone else for her ever again. She loved him heart and soul and more everyday even though she hadn't laid eyes on him in over four months and didn't even know whether he was dead or alive. Warm silent tears streamed down the apples of her cheeks. She had almost lost him once, that day all those months ago when he was shot by her brother Joshua. But this, this was much worse . . . the not knowing.

Darcy forced herself into slowly coming to terms with the very likely fact that in all probability she would never lay eyes on Richard ever again no matter what his last words haunted in her dreams continuously telling her they would meet again. At least Darcy thought with a sad smile as she rubbed her stomach, she would always have a little part of Richard with her.

Everything that had ever mattered or meant anything to her had been taken away in a blink of an eye . . . and Darcy knew who was to blame. Her sadness turning in an instant to an all engulfing rage as the hand covering the bump scrunched up the shirt she wore in a fist. She had to physically restrain herself as she took in a deep breath to calm down.

They're goal had been to control people so they could achieve their dominance across the globe. And what had they gained? Nothing! Nothing except the cries of orphaned children, the screams of infected monsters that knew not what they did and the blood of the innocent . . . And for what? Wealth? Control? Power? Too feed and drive their own narcissistic games of chess. It all made Darcy sick to her stomach and fuelled the flames for her revenge.

They would pay. She would make them all pay. Exposing their sordid secrets one by one. Especially the beast in control and in charge of this whole operation that was now sweeping the world as an unstoppable pandemic.

C.I.A Director Andrew Scott.

Yes, she knew all about Director Scott. Every single detail and crucially damning information of his corrupt plan was in her very hands with the files and hard drives she had taken from Joshua.

Indeed, he would pay dearly! She would make him sweat like the pig he was. Exposing the bastard little by little. She would keep him on his toes, dangling the string just out of reach and just when he would begin to think he had it and had her, she would snatch it away and disappear until he would begin to think she had vanished altogether . . . and the cycle would begin again, until she had exposed him for the criminal he was, this Agency he controlled and destroyed all his evil plans.

Grabbing her iPhone from the night stand Darcy google mapped the places she needed to go to while in Minneapolis, she wasn't sure how long she would stay, but it might be a while as the place had all the conveniences but she'd have to be very careful too . . . it was still a dangerous place. All the more now because the government enforced rules and laws that would been seen extreme in some communist societies today.

She didn't want the risk of anyone identifying her or her mom even though they were well and truly far away from Wyoming; this was still the Midwest and people knew the prestigious Morgan family all across the middle. Not until she had exposed the US Government for what they truly were and particularly Director Andrew Scott and could finally head to the safety of the East Coast and find some normality in life with an actual future for her child; away from the constant fear of death, would she finally use her real name.

Having found the addresses for the hospital and the University Campus. They would be her first two stops and another step forward towards her all consuming final goal.