Character Roster. William Clarifont - The Vekta-Helghast Empire. Madeline - Fantrum. Charlie - The V O I D. Samuel Kowalski - Independent States of Tula. Hack - The V O I D. Mouse - The V O I D. Jimmy Barrow - United Human Planets. Turner - Calindelo. Derek Forester - Skylus. Kaylin Brewer - Dyelli Beydi. Daniel Entemont - Tectonix. Alexander Washburn - Granis. William Clarifont, December 2nd, 2039. Morrison, Colorado, 17.5 Miles from Denver City-Center. For twenty long years he’d wandered the ruins of the old world, for some of it he had the fortune of company - but those days had been long passed. He’d seen hundreds of people die, either at the hands of others, by weaknesses in their immune system, or in the darkest of days, starvation and thirst. But the latter two had grown increasingly rare, as mankind once again found its natural ability to hunt returning and its immune system strengthening in face of decreased levels of hygiene. In many ways, the outbreak had been a blessing - it made mankind stronger, nature was sadistic like that - in order to gain strength, it had to push us to the brink, wiping out the vast majority of the population, leaving only the strongest among us. At least, that’s what William told himself - he had to believe that there was some reason for the morbid extermination of his people, of everyone he knew and loved. He had to have some hope, some faith in the abilities of himself and what few others remained. Such hope was all that could keep him going, especially at times like these - when from atop the ridges overlooking Morrison, he saw the overgrowth and wreckage below. The streets still scarred by the initial panic and chaos of the outbreak, cars clogging the highway, decaying slowly but surely - skeletal remains littering the streets, picked clean by encroaching wildlife and the elements over decades of neglect. More intentional damages such as bullet-holes and craters from military actions during the brief period of martial law, when the nation fell into seemingly civil war and people struggled with determining who was in charge anymore. A constant reminder of the darkest days in his life - forever refreshing the haunting images that lingered in his nightmares. He’d been following Mt. Vernot Creek from route 70 southwards, edging his way around Denver - he wanted to get a lay of the land before risking any ventures into the city, and the outskirts were always the best place to look for supplies if you were planning on doing some urban exploration - people often neglecting that those who fled the city initially, didn’t get very far and brought essentially everything they owned. Or anything they perceived would be valuable in the aftermath of societal breakdown. In addition to this, the outskirts tended to have an abundance of military hardware from the failed quarantines, not that particularly much of it functioned anymore, but it made for good spare-parts and salvage. Here in Morrison also had the advantage of high-ground, with its mountain ranges spanning all the way through Utah, up to the Idaho state border. Sure, it was a tad tougher moving around, but at least it gave you some peace of mind, knowing it meant fewer people and a drastically lower rate of people taking you from behind. Don’t get me wrong, William enjoyed the company of others, but as many used to say in the old world, “Desperate times, call for desperate measures.” And once decent people, could be driven to some seriously heinous acts if they were struggling. And he’d encountered his fair share of deceitful and devious folks on the road. Some almost taking his life. |