The small towns of America were always the heartbeat of the working class as some would say. Growing up in peace was always something that people wished for but these days there was no peace to be found. “Please line up in an orderly fashion” the CDC agent yells through her bullhorn, the parking lot of the Fallbrook South Dakota High-School having been converted into a large walkway, chain-link fencing separating the line sections. Men stand watch in towers, but not military by the looks of them, reserve, maybe National Guard the real Army and Marine’s currently busy dealing with other outbreaks. The line was mostly vacant, the few who made the journey walking through the weaves of fencing. The roads had grown dangerous lately, the dead, or infected as the radio kept calling them, blocking up the highways, even spilling onto the back roads before the military could contain them. Containment had failed, everyone knew it but the radio and the TV and the government as a whole tried not to admit it, tried to people to get calm, but as the bus rolled up everyone knew why they were here. They were refugees, brought to the small mostly evacuated town for their…protection. Each of you step off the bus, having come from far and wide to refugee camps, only to be moved, have your vehicles confiscated and moved to your final destination, have your stuff taken, and told you were safe again and again till you ended up here in the middle of nowhere as the world burned around you. It “Please continue down the line in an orderly fashion” the CDC agent says as you all walk down the half empty line, it seeming so much like a ghost town. As you all reach the desk at the end of the gantlet, the woman sitting behind it beginning to ask you questions. Asking for your name, any skills, age, basic medical information and so on, just like every other camp; just like every other one that you each are sure is overrun by now. Your weapons are taken and the group is lead into the lobby, the news playing on a TV mounted in a corner, the program going on like nothing has happened. It continues telling people to drink their fluids if they are with fever, to avoid the infected at all costs, trying to make you calm and passive. “Reports from England say the infection is contained” The reporter says, the observant seeing that his hands are shaking, clearly not enjoying the lie. “One more step to beating the virus that has been ravaging the world for weeks.” The man who lead the group into the room stands at the door “please all of you wait here for a moment till we can get a medical examination room open, we are going to have to give ya each a once over before your let out into the community where your vehicles and equipment will be returned” he says closing the door behind you, leaving you to your own devices for now. A girl near the back of the room watches each of you her pink hair a bright contrast to her tan skin. Her eyes narrow like that of a sly fox, clearly marking her Asian descent. Her clothing is a little ragged, an old field jacket with some patches sewn into it, giving it a unique flair. Her pants are a simple pair of cargos and her shoes, if one were to look, clearly show the signs of a runner, worn down and nearly ruined. The baggy clothing hides her form and the fact that she brings her knees to her chest does not help any, but she does not make herself known. she keeps quiet, the TV continuing its chatter of random news events, reruns of Friends coming up next it seems. As the world burns people do not want to admit it, trying to keep the calm and keep the people dumb to what is really going on. Keep the obedient and passive, much like the walking dead.