Thread: Last of Us: A Story of Two Souls (BMD x EldritheWhisperwind)

Early the next day about an hour before sunrise, Desmond met with Scott and the three soldiers of his choice outside the southern gates next to a military grade truck. The soldiers were well equipped as if they were ready to go fight a war with just the four of them. Des wanted this to be a covert mission to not stir up the civilians. You have your orders. Come back no later than five days. I know this is asking a lot of the four of you, but due to the lack of people we have, we will not be able to send out a search party after you after the allotted time. Don't sweat it, capt. Scott had replied to him in his cocky way. We'll be back before you know it. Right guys? He motioned to his selected men, they agreed of course. There was a reason he picked them. They were all cocky asses. They had been looking for some type of challenge, which is why Desmond sought to send them. Let's move on out. And with that they loaded up the truck and hopped in and slowly drove out of the city's southern gates. Desmond watched as they drove off, over the bridge and out of view. Desmond didn't want to give them the vehicle at first, but he knew that it would benefit them more to cover more ground to look for anything strange that was going on out there. He turned his back to walk back into the city, the steel doors closing behind him. He made his way back to his residence. Later that afternoon, he met with Julie Maxwell at the hospital headquarters. Desmond, do we have any progress with finding an Angel? Her demeanor had changed since yesterday. She was definitely more calm and relaxed. No, but we're getting more and more people coming to our city. Our chances are definitely increasing. The two of them were walking towards the stairwell to head to the basement. It was here that much of their work was being done to find a cure or Angel while up above is where the sick and injured were treated. Only select individuals were allowed clearance to the basement level. I've been told that the research is coming along well for them to understand this infection more. The two of them went through a set of double doors and that's where it was really busy. People talking, moving back and forth, running tests on vials of samples, and a few live samples of infected individuals. Screeching could be heard coming from their cages as they reached out and clawed at the air, but their screams and clicks went unnoticed. A scream was heard coming from a man strapped to a chair. Why am I strapped here!? What is going on!? Hellllpppp! Why do you have infected people locked up!? What's going to happen to me!? Upon closer inspection the man was identified to be the one that caused a scuffle over a piece of stolen bread. You know this is wrong.. Right? Mayor Maxwell said as she looked at Desmond. If this facility is found out by the public, we'd be done for. Her face was grimace. She knew that this was wrong, but it was the only way. Desmond remained stout and composed despite the going ons of the busy room. We are doing what is needed to save this world. That's why we have these scientists here to perform their work. One of the scientists came over to Desmond to inform him, The patient is ready, sir, the man said as he lead him toward the slightly overweight man from before. He had a trail of dry blood coming from his nose and down to on his shirt. But we're taking people off of our own streets. People who had lives to live. Julie consulted towards Desmond. The man in the chair thrashing about. He was hooked up to machines to monitor his vitals. But because of those lives, they may choose the wrong actions and thus, end up here. Desmond said with a disappointed look on his face. But- No one is forcing anyone to stay here, Mayor Maxwell, but if they're going to stay here, they will abide by our rules. It is noted that if any rules are broken, extreme punishment would be served. His focus turned to the man, This will be a trial to see if you deserve to live or not. If you live, you will likely be known to be the savior of mankind, but if you die... Well.. then you die a hopeless and pathetic man. What?! What trial? I don't want to die! Get me out of this chair! I'll leave this city right now! I won't say a damned thing about what I seen here! Please, man! You gotta let me- The scientist next to the man stuff his mouth with a gauze to prevent him from talking. Shall we proceed, sir? The scientist beckoned, almost eager to perform the test. Proceed you may. This is for the good of our city and mankind. The scientist grabbed a syringe that was marked with a code on it. The code had represented the Cordyceps fungus in liquid form, likely taken from one of the live infected captives. He injected the fluid into the bags that would feed it into his blood stream. And now the waiting game begins. Keep me posted, Fallon. The scientist, Fallon, nodded and looked at the man. Desmond looked at Julie, We will need more soldiers. If something truly is going on out there, then we will need more people to protect this city and likely give more opportunity for an Angel to present itself. Julie Maxwell nodded her head. I will start making preparations for recruiting right away. I'll have a preliminary qualification survey set up as early as this afternoon and those that make it will proceed to the next step come tomorrow. Julie left the presence of this Hell on Earth, very much eager to do so. She knew exactly what the qualifications would be that they were looking for. Obviously someone who wasn't passed their prime nor no one that wasn't at least of age. They had to be physically able and pass standard health exams. The next day would be a test of physical and mental ability. Desmond remained as he watched the man and everything else that was going on. His hands calmly clasped behind his back as he watched. For the good of the world... He said calmly to himself. He knew that come tomorrow, he would have to make an appearance to those who made it to the next stage of the recruiting process.