It’s the year 2109. Years and years of constant wars have depleted the Earth’s energy and destroyed most of the ecological features of the earth. The oceans have almost dried out, the forests have died and most of the landscape has turned into a barren wasteland of dust and old ruins. Vicious plagues and viruses almost wiped out humanity. All nations found their own way of surviving. European countries clustered together, forming communities of millions and millions of people living in secured zones, manipulating the weather to keep the diseases out and working around the clock for vaccines for all possible diseases.<br/><br/>Asian countries have built huge towers housing a million people completely covered from the outside world, connected to each other with underground tunnels. Africa and South America have turned into huge immense deserts. North America has protected their cities with domes creating an artificial atmosphere.<br/><br/>Life outside the big settlements is almost non existent as the life expectancy is very low because of all the diseases. Anarchy rules in the barren wastelands and only the strongest will survive.<br/><br/>Under one of the North American domes of what once was New York, a vast sewer system stretches out for miles. Mostly inhabited by outcast from the city, plagues and diseases run free as the sewerage is still used by some areas of the domed city. Underneath one of the better areas of the dome, the sewer is not used anymore and a small group of refugees, healthy and unharmed by any form of diseases is holding out, fighting off the infected. Led by a young female this group of refugees has made this part of the sewer their home and equipped it with all sorts of luxury the rest of the sewer is jealous at.<br/><br/>“Yes I know we’re running low on ammo. I asked for a fresh batch already Kyle but the suppliers have to be careful as well.”<br/>Staicey sat on the worn couch she had managed to get from the dome on one of their roaming parties. Once they got caught, the dome authorities had sealed their part of the sewer and their roaming was over.<br/><br/>“If we have to we can give up section 9 as a buffer and seal ourselves off into 10 and 11.”<br/>The young man who had reported nodded and left.<br/>“Oh Kyle,” Staicey added before the man had left her private quarters in the far corner of a small section of the sewer.<br/>“Assemble a party, give them masks and roam the sewers again. Those pathetic diseased drag all kinds of items from the ruins down into the sewers. Anything of use, bring it to me.”<br/><br/>With that the man left the private section, called the Royal Suite or just referred to as Section 12 to those who didn’t know it existed. It only had one entrance through a small corridor and was sealed with two doors, the one on the outside heavily camouflaged to protect their leader.<br/><br/>She sat back on her sofa and turned on the only television in the sewers. This private quarter was almost a real house with all the luxuries of one, and Staicey had made it feel like home. Though her real wish was to get back up to the domes where she had lived until her parents died. The legal system of the domes failed again and again and random people at random times were ‘discarded’ to make room for the newer and stronger people. She was a weak link with no parents and no future and was soon arrested and send down here. That was two years ago and ever since she had been waiting for her revenge, breeding on plans to get back to where she belonged.<br/>