Civil unrest is how they tried to describe what was happening in our happy little world. Society was breaking down and rather than try to put into words what they saw right in front of their faces, they called it civil unrest. Unexplained violence and panic in response to outbreaks of illness and cannibalism. Hospitals and police departments were the first to be overwhelmed by workload and casualties. Police responded to a call and one or two were bitten in the incident. All involved were sent to the hospitals where more were bitten and so forth and so on. Police departments ran out of man power and hospitals became a slim slice of a living hell on earth. They were epicenters to many outbreaks in the bigger cities. It is hard to say how many news agencies ever had the raw courage to go against the government's mandate of information control and told the people what was really going on. The dead had risen from death's sweet sleep and they were non to happy to be up and about again. A strange little thing that seems to be a mix of bacteria and a virus combined that works fast and for all purposes one hundred percent fatal once it has taken hold. Fatal is such an outdated term when discussing it as not enough people stay dead these days.When it all went down, it did not matter what you had done up that point. You could have been the most charitable person in the world or the biggest ass who cheated on everything from your taxes to your wife. All that mattered at that moment was what you did do at that moment. Survival doesn't check your references on your resume, it eats your ass whole if you show a moments hesitation when the time is at hand. Luckily for those of us here today, there was a group who not only was ready to act, they had been planning and preparing for something such as this to go down. The Squad had secured a safe haven long before the need showed its ugly decaying face. They gathered all those who had lasted long enough to be rounded up and took them to the island. Now the island is a river island smack dab in the middle of what used to be the United States. The location is never to be discussed as the states and many of the people who dwell there are anything but united these days. As stated before, it was what you did at that moment. Many people who had never been to anchored before the fall took this as an opportunity to really take out their anger on anyone and everyone who got in their sites. Some just took it as a chance to grab what power they could in this rapidly dying world. The caravans bringing people to the island lost as many people to the rogues, anarchist, and gangs as they did to the walking rot.
It has been seven years since the first rising and this little safe haven doesn't run on hopes, dreams, and well wishes. There is a constant need for supplies, be it medical, building materials, or more exotic items. That is where the people in my team come in. We are D.S.D. Deep Scout Deployment and we search out and recover items from the old world that our new world desperately need. It is nowhere as easy as just seek and bring as we must evade the rotting masses as well as unfriendly breathers on our way out into the world and doubly so on the way back. We are the ones who are crazy enough to leave the safe and seek out much of what we ran from before. We do it because we must and we like it because we are warped by one event or another. Sometimes we have to ask if we are more emotional scar tissue or bold living spirit in what we choose to do. Because in the end, it is what you do that defines you.
