It had been many years since the world Governments had all collapsed, any resemblence of an organized body was long gone. Many stories reigned as to why it happened, war, famine, even some stories about EMP's were thrown around. One thing was certain the new age had some advantages, but there were pitfalls as well. Gone were the days of driving a car from point A to point B. Yet there was still power, on a limited basis, generally near dams since they were the main source left. Weapons were reduced back to medieval times, guns were a thing of the past. They were no longer produced and neither were bullets.<br/><br/><br/>Many who survived did so in small villages or towns, those in big cities were rare, though some did manage to flourish and survive. Militaries were all but abandoned, or so it was thought. Some militias and rebel bands had formed after the collapse though they had failed to take any sort of control. It was at one of these bases, Fort Knox, Kentucky, where Trenton Carr first learned of their existence. It was here he first learned of the experimentation to create super soldiers.<br/><br/><br/>He had been 18 years old at the time, out on his first adventure away from the west coast where he had been born near Seattle, Washington. He had caught a train to Chicago, and from there he toured the land. Military bases had always intrigued him, so he figured visiting Fort Knox would be a wonderful thing to do. He found a group of soldiers, likely their parents or grandparents had been former members of the United States Military in some capacity. While he snooped around Trent learned that the Gold depository that had once existed there had been moved amidst the collapse. The paperwork didn't mention anything specific, but notes that were scribbled on other papers suggested a lot of searching through the former United States had already happened. It was then that he heard strange sounds coming from somewhere below, and what he saw when he ventured there disturbed Trent greatly. There were several lines going into a soldier and the man was freakishly enlarged and absolutely terrifying. It alerted the other's to his presence and it was then that the chase was on.<br/><br/><br/>Thanks to some crafty swordsmanship and the ability to run and hide effectively Trent managed to escape. Unfortunately they had managed to get shots of his face via security cameras, and they placed a bounty on his head. From that day forward Trent was on the run. Returning home wasn't an option, and as he quickly found no where in the mainland was safe for him. Not that it mattered, he had a new purpose in life, find the gold from Fort Knox and use it to become insanely rich.<br/><br/><br/>It wasn't like he hadn't tried to return home, he had, but it was short lived as the bounty followed quickly. Also once his parents found out about what happened they got very quiet, gave him some gold, and told him to leave. So Trent packed his things and took a boat west, he ended up in the former Empire of Japan, and it was there he stayed for several years. In fact for the last ten years, he searched high and low, every inch of the country, he never stayed in any town or village for too long, though he did manage to visit a few more than once. In the end there was no sign of treasure, but trouble had managed to find him once again.<br/><br/><br/>The bounty had made its way to the island, and soon enemies were coming out of the woods. As his old boat pulled into harbor near Zhoushan, China he recalled the latest attack. They had sent a super soldier after him, and it had nearly ended with his life being taken. The battle had been furious, he had slashed the soldier up, stabbed him where his hear should have been several times, but nothing slowed the beast down as it pummeled Trent, he suffered broken ribs, a few gashes of his own on his back, left thigh, and his abdomen. In the end he managed to stab the soldier in the face, and the disconnect from the brain stopped it cold.<br/><br/><br/>It was then he made it to his sail boat, set a course for China, and prayed to the wind Gods for a safe passage. He tried dressing his wounds, but it was hard to do, and the two day journey ended with a lot of his blood having been spilt. Trent was barely able to tie off his boat at the dock as he walked toward the land. There he saw others, they stared wildly at the white male, blood oozing from his torn tan pants, his creme colored shirt in tatters as he collapsed to the ground, the front of his satchel landing on top of him. He needed medical attention quickly.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="83" data-username="@MintyMinx" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/83/">@MintyMinx</a>