text: [Themes: horror, zombie, socially important, war, humor]
  
  April 24, 2035 - 5:57pm - Your apartment in Pittsburgh
  
  *** You are Joe, a 27 year-old blonde dude. You have an older brother, William, who is serving in the military right now. His wife Amber is a middle-aged blonde doctor in Pittsburgh. ***
  
  Everything went to shit a long time ago, but people are just now realizing it, you think to yourself as you debate whether or not to go out with friends. It's a Friday night, and your usual gang is over at Robbie's, probably already getting drunk and stoned.
  
  The evening news will be starting soon, however. You've been doing a decent job at keeping up with current events.
  
  Here's what you know so far:
  
  There is no government, the economy has pretty much collapsed, and unemployment is the new epidemic to go along with crime and poverty. You actually lost your job at the steel mill recently due to circumstances out of your control. The state of affairs is a lot like those old dystopian films like Soylent Green or The Running Man.
  
  The only thing keeping some people from blowing their brains out are these radio and TV programs ran by an organization calling itself Orion. You guess they could be related to FDR's fireside chats you've read about in old history books as a kid (that was before educational funding was abolished). Every evening, some dipshit comes on the air and tells the world that everything will be okay, and that all we need to do is trust in Orion and they will fix everything.
  
  6:26pm. The news is over. Same old shit. Some prostitute went fucking insane and shot up an entire stairwell full of sleeping homeless people in downtown Pittsburgh. DOW is down a record 1100 points. For the third time in a row, the Olympics are canceled.
  
  On now, is Orion's fireside chat. They might be able to lift your spirits. But the guys at Robbie's are waiting, and you really need to get fucked up in light of your job loss.
  
  > watch Orion's telecast
  You decide to stay home and (hopefully) gain some enlightenment from this bullshit telecast.
  
  "We now have a solid plan worked out," the Orion representative says, "We have already begun construction of eco-domes over every major city in the world to keep out the effects of pollution and global warming. We have deployed elite military squadrons all over the world in a state of temporary martial law. Crime has dropped significantly in these areas. Poverty has also been nearly abolished by our careful efforts. Please do not panic if you have not yet witnessed these exciting reformations in your area. I assure you we are tirelessly working around the clock with maximum effort and motivation. If you live in one of the following metropolitan areas, you are part of the next Chalk, Chalk 7. Orion will be saving you very soon."
  
  The dude starts listing cities and major towns all over the world, one after another, for several minutes, then concludes with a typical fortune cookie expression of hope.
  
  Among the cities named was Pittsburgh...
  
  You are glad you watched that shit, though you are unsure of whether or not you can trust Orion. Do they really have everyone's best intentions in mind? What gives them the power to do all of this philanthropy?
  
  Oh well, you think. Guess we'll have to wait and find out. It's not like things could get worse...
  
  Right?
  
  After a quiet, uneventful evening to yourself, you hit the sack and surprisingly dream of a better tomorrow.
  
  > The Next Day
  You decide to sleep in, since you don't have shit to do today. It's Saturday after all.
  
  You wonder whether or not you should try to find a new job. You don't own a computer and the newspaper stopped coming years ago, so you'd have to go downtown. You could definitely use the money, even if it's a shitty job, but rent is rent and it's almost the end of the month.
  
  Then again, what's available? If you couldn't even stay at a steel mill, how are you supposed to find any other work?
  
  Your thoughts are interrupted by a rumbling outside. You go to the window and look down.
  
  A military convoy and countless troops is rolling through the street. It's Orion - martial law is in effect.
  
  Hope has come to Pittsburgh!
  
  > Two Years Later...
  April 5, 2037 - 9:35pm - Your new fung shway Orion living quarters
  
  For the past 2 years, you have been living in a beautiful apartment complex built by Orion. You got your old job back at the steel mill, which has been rebuilt - it is now much cleaner, safer, and you actually enjoy working there.
  
  The air in the city is also much cleaner and the temperature stays at a constant 75 degrees, no matter what season. That's because Orion has built an eco-dome over Pittsburgh, which filters out pollutants and regulates the temperature. It's like living in a giant fucking Astrodome of plexiglass, so you still get the sunshine. And like Orion promised, poverty, crime, unemployment, and all the other shit from before has been pretty much abolished.
  
  The present times are wonderful. Some would say Pittsburgh is like a utopia now. You guess the same could be said all over the world. Orion has gone completely global and they are now the world's government and military. We still have our own military, however, but Orion is obviously considered an ally.
  
  Robbie is now your roommate. He's a pale and scrawny little bastard with a buzz cut, but you get along. Once in a while, his hot brunette hipster girlfriend he doesn't deserve comes over.
  
  Tonight is Friday night and she is there along with the usual gang: Adrian, the big friendly (and black) giant, and Turk and his fairly cute redhead girlfriend, Tiffany. Turk's a little heavy set and wears coke bottle glasses, but has the coolest fro for a white dude you've ever seen.
  
  Just as you're about to light a bowl of chronic, the door is kicked in. In storms a squad of Orion soldiers. Without hesitation, they grab Adrian, Leslie, and Tiffany and storm back out with them. You, Robbie, and Turk are stunned and wonder why they didn't take you.
  
  You feel you should act to save them, but with no weapons, it would be difficult. You knew you should have bought a gun when you had the chance! Then again, there are 3 of you. You might have enough manpower to take down 1 or 2 of the bastards with your bare hands.
  
  "They took my fucking girl!" yells Robbie.
  
  "Mine, too, you dick!" replies Turk. The heartbreak is too much for you to bear, for Turk at least. You hope to have Leslie for yourself, so you agree to attempt the rescue.
  
  > try to rescue your 3 friends
  The 3 of you decide to act fast. With no weapons, you run out into the hall and spot the squad moving for the elevator. They board it, all but one of them who stays behind to secure the area.
  
  "Hey, motherfucker!" yells Robbie just before ducking behind a plant. The soldier snaps his head towards your direction and aims his rifle. You and Turk immediately hide just as Robbie did. The soldier slowly creeps towards you guys. Finally, he is so close, you can touch him. Robbie nods to you and Turk.
  
  You and Turk are able to tackle the bastard and knock him unconscious. On his person is an assault rifle. That will definitely come in handy! Turk also grabs the dude's sidearm, a 9mm pistol.
  
  Then he proceeds to shoot the dude in the fucking head, killing him in his unconscious state.
  
  "Damn, Turk! That's fucked up!" you say.
  
  Don't want him sneaking up on us when he wakes up, right?" Turk replies. Well, he has a point.
  
  Just then, there's a huge explosion behind your group. Your apartment has just been obliterated by a stray tank shell. The 3 of you are stunned, but okay. Good thing you weren't in there!
  
  You and your friends quickly head down the stairs to try to intercept the elevator. You manage to get to the lobby before Orion does. The lobby is filled with rubble and shattered glass. Outside, a tank rolls by.
  
  World War III has just begun! Our military is rebelling against Orion, but why? Aren't we allies, you wonder.
  
  The elevator opens...
  
  Turk claims he can take care of the troops that come out with just the pistol. He has roughly 14 shots. You have a full assault rifle clip, on the other hand.
  
  > save your ammo, led Turk handle it
  Inside the elevator, you see the bodies of Leslie, Adrian, and Tiffany. Those fucking Orion bastards executed them!
  
  "NO! TIFF, SWEETHEART! FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKERS!" Turk goes batshit crazy with his pistol and manages to take down 2 of the soldiers, but eventually they get the better of him - he's gunned down. Robbie, unarmed, is immediately shot in the head.
  
  Without the element of surprise, your assault rifle is pretty much useless against the rest of the elite squad. Without any urban warfare training (or training, period), you don't stand a chance.
  
  After a short-lived firefight, you are gunned down as well...