Louise Harman's Story

Day breaks across the what was formerly the campus of Richardson University, a small College on the banks of the Mississippi. Here, runaways from all ages gather to relax, party, and be free. Specifically, the main building is Building 34, known to its residents as "The Freedom House". It sits in the middle of the campus, and originally was the Business Building for the College. Each Building is like it's own state, with its own Military, and Trade. Each Building sends a Representative to the Council, a group of the oldest men and women to discuss actions, aid, and strategy. This Campus paradise is only one of thousands across the United States, when all Colleges and Universities were closed down by the US Government.

Underground tunnels connect all 40 Buildings together, so that way they can move weapons or goods from building to building without the possible issue of police. By Day, this area is quiet, used for meetings of the Council, and Military Officers. But by night, it lights up in a barrage of colors with parties on every floor, with nothing illegal to any age besides starting fights and breaking stuff.

However, all is not well in this apparent Paradise. Recently, reports have been coming in from other Campuses about Police raids occurring more frequently, and the Cops using more than just the usual Pepper Spray and Batons. Some reports even entailed SWAT teams, National Guard, and in one case, the US Army. This frightens the Council, who have recently lost contact with Culver-Stockton, another college about 10 hours away.

Now, under the command of Captain Jack Larsen, a team of personnel have been sent in to see why contact was lost, and to check for survivors and supplies if they have been destroyed.

This... Is their story.









"Hey, wake up guys. We're almost there." Jack says to the 5 other people inside of the SUV, rousing them from their sleep. "Captain, ETA 5 minutes until we reach the Campus." The Driver says back as the black Ford drives along the deserted backroads. "Alright, now here's the briefing. About a week and a half ago, we lost contact with our Sister Campus Culver-Stockton. Our job is to assist in rebuilding communication, and if they've been raided, to rescue survivors and supplies, are we clear?" He says to the others, as he loads up his M4.

"Hopefully not, but keep on full alert. From the Defenses our Merchants talked about, they must've brought some serious firepower if these guys are gone. I'm thinking at least SWAT, if not worse..." Jack says, looking out the front window as they near the campus. "Plus, no movement has been detected from the Scout Teams on the roads since the radio went silent, so we're almost positive the Cops deserted the place." He tells Jewel as he looks back out the window.

"Oh my God..." He says, slack-jawed as Culver-Stockton came into view, or what's left of it. The wood and steel walls that defended the Campus were completely destroyed, minus some places that saw serious explosive damage. They drove into the Campus, over some ran over the main gates, which laid in the road, flat as a pancake. "My God, I don't know anything the SWAT or cops have that can do that much damage..." Jack says as he holds his M4, beads of sweat falling off his brow. They pass by the remains of buildings, turned into giant mounds of rubble. Other Buildings just sat there, walls charred and having more holes than Swiss cheese.

The SUV stops dead in its tracks, throwing Jack up to the front. "Hey, what's the big idea!" Jack cusses at the driver "Sir, look." The driver says, as Jack looks out the front window. Just inches away from the front tires is a crater, at least 10 feet across and 3 feet deep. "Holy Shit. Everybody out!" Jack says as he jumps out of the SUV, gun shouldered as he surveys the area. "Clear!" he says, lowering the gun as he walks to the edge of the crater, kneeling down and setting his rifle at his side. "Oh God, this is bad. This is really, REALLY, Fucking bad." Jack says, his hands shaking as he begins to take pictures of the destruction.

"Kendra, Jewel, Louise. You three head out and search for survivors. Me, Amanda, and Blair will stay here and photograph the damage." He orders, standing up as Blair hops out and begins to take even more pictures of the devastation.

Jewel heard Jack shout orders and Jewel jumped out of the SUV. She had no clue what was going on except it was bad. "Kendra, Jewel, Louise. You three head out and search for survivors. Me, Amanda, and Blair will stay here and photograph the damage." Jack orders and Jewel nods. "C'mon! We have to go!" Jewel calls out to the other girl.