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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: James Hill Character Portrait: Darcy Morgan Character Portrait: Richard "Freelancer" McCarthy Character Portrait: C.I.A Director Andrew Scott Character Portrait: Lilith R. Avery Character Portrait: Leon Joseph Silver
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"Where too now boss?" Lilith said as the three people, plus the mutt, stepped out of the vehicle into the bitter cold of Colorado. There was a light snow on the ground and some was still falling from the grey sky. He loved this state, but hated it with a passion all at the same time.

"We have to get to Aurora, there is building there that has an entrance into some underground Labyrinths. From there we can get to a facility under Buckley Air Base that should have a surplus of Paralyzing serum."

Leon made some smart ass remark, but Richard ignored it. He wasn't sure how the military would take to "civilians" walking around with an assault rifle so he stuck it in duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. He walked out and looked at his two friends "Come on guys, it's going to be a cold ass walk." Richard had his black trench coat, but even it it zipped and buttoned he was still cold. The town got more and more populated as they got closer to the military green zone. But the more and more populated it got, the more and more depressing it got. People were still covered in tattered cloths and were burning things in trash cans for warmth. It was like being in some third world country, nothing looked like the good ole' USA anymore.

Jake kept making whimpering sounds as he walked, his arm was still giving him issues. He was lucky the makeshift brace had actually done him good or else Richard would have had to put the stupid thing down long ago. But he wouldn't have done it with a light heart. Although the thing pissed him off more often than not he had grown to like it. The same with Leon and Lilith. Leon was on about the same friendship scale as the dog though, he was more annoying then a screeching cat sometimes. Richard found himself thinking back to the months of travel that the four had gone through. They would have been able to get to Colorado in no time if it weren't for Richard's bullet wound. They were constantly having to stop and find places to hold up because of Richards inflammatory pain. For a while they thought he was going to die from an infection, but that fear had soon drifted away when Richard was moving without having to keel over every few steps. He still had muscle pains in his stomach though. It was his first abdomen wound in his entire career, he had been shot in the legs, the shoulder, the hand, even had a graze on his neck but never in the abdomen or chest. He was glad that was the case, because it hurt like hell. He would take five shoulder wounds over a stomach wound any day of the week.

Richard ran his hand over the place where Joshua had shot him during their little firefight in Highgate. He wondered if that bastard survived the bombing. Probably not, he had been shot and had no idea it was coming. Most likely he fried just like every other living thing in that town. Hopefully his sister wasn't among them. The thought that Darcy might be dead gave him a pain in his heart that was much stronger than the physical pain of the bullet wound. She had to have survived...Richard had been the sole survivor too many times before. He had asked himself "why me?" so many times in the past that it was hard to remember all the instances. The world had become a dangerous place the last few years, and unlike what the average American thought, the death of Osama did little to cure the world of danger. In fact the world might have been more dangerous as a result of the death. Richard had lost more friends from the agency during the months leading up to and after that bastards death. Fifteen agents from his Agency, two from the CIA and all of his former squad mates from his time as a marine. The only one that survived was James Hill, but he had been killed in Highgate too. So once again he was the one that survived, the one who had to live with the menacing question of what made him so special. If Darcy was dead...he would be finished...he might just kill himself. He looked at Lilith and shook his head. He couldn't leave her to turn into one of the freaks. He like that girl a lot, she reminded him of his sister oh so much. He had a duty to help her now, for himself and for Darcy, whether she be alive or not.

The group made small talk as they walked through the near deserted streets of Colorado towns. They had walked quite a way without seeing an infected, but there were still plenty of threats.

"Hey! You!" The group stopped as four men, dressed in tattered clothing and armed with blunt objects walked up to them "Those are some nice cloths you got there." The man in front said. He was dressed in a jean jacket that was nearly torn to shreds, with jeans and tattered sneakers to boot. Richard took a step forward but a man next to the one with jean jacket pulled a 357. Magnum revolver and cocked the action back

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

~CIA Director Andrew Scott~

The streets of DC were calm and infection free thanks to the strong government presence. In fact, one might not even realize there was a pandemic if they were living under a rock in DC. People walked around like they had no care in the world, and for the most part currency wasn't a problem since DC had already full implemented a work token system. The world economy was in the shitter, and there was no exports going anywhere since the world had turned into an every man for himself kind of world. The UN would help if they had the man power. About two months into the infection almost every country pulled back it's military support of the UN leaving only the US, UK, Pakistan, and a few minor supporters with troops still in the UN. Aid programs were stretched to the limit and reserves of food were already running low. The US was already in the process of starting their underground food growth centers by using multiple different seeds that have been preserved over the years. Of course the Russians were laughing at that because they have too many underground cities to mention, where their agricultural food supplies have been running since the cold war. So anybody who was anybody in Russia was safe as a kitten in a fur slipper. The US had such cities too but they were no where near as prepared as the Ruskie's were, and they were in less of a quantity.

Director Scott sat on a bench just out front of the Washington monument and looked out over the frozen lake. He sat by his lonesome for a few minutes before a figure clad in a fur coat, sunglasses and a fur cap took a seat next to him.

Without looking at the director he began to speak "Director Scott, how are you?"

"Cold and without sex how about you?" Director Scott said without looking at the man

The man didn't even crack a grin as he continued to look out over the water "Cold, but those secretaries make for good ass."

"Enough with the bullshit, what's the news."

"Things are..." the man paused for second "Not on schedule."

"Why, you and your boys forget where your balls are." Director Scott said calmly

"It's not as simple as you might think Director." the man replied

"I'm not a stupid man, I know how difficult things are."

"Then you should understand."

"Oh I understand it's difficult. What I don't understand is why every time you come to me with news something is off schedule." Director Scott spoke in a tone that gave the impression of an almost blank emotion

"The Security Council is crippled and we can't get the member's to agree to a general assembly, there is just no way right now."

Director Scott stood up and straightened his long coat "I don't care how you do it, but get it done. I need control, without it I can't bring about the peace that is required for the future of the world." he paused as he took in one more deep breath of cool winter air "I installed you into the secretariat because I thought you could get things done. Don't prove me wrong, or accidents will happen." The directors tone was hard and cold, his speech was dark enough to scare the devil himself and he wasn't even looking at his contact "Good day, Mr. Tyler I expect better news next time we meet."