Freemont, Northwestern Texas. 4/26/2063 The world as we once knew it is now gone, a sickness has come in and destroyed people by the millions. No country, no place was safe from it's affects you just had to be lucky enough to be immune. There is no cure, and will never be a cure it seems.. however for some reason everyone stopped dying. The country has turned to shit, the major cities are nothing more then desolate pieces of concrete sitting far off in the distance. War is spreading like wildfire, rebels, outlaws, all trying to take power. We are no longer divided into countries or states, simply cities or towns that are run by the inhabitants. I live in Freemont, one of the largest cities found in the Southern section of what used to be known as the United States. We are primarilly a mining community, the majority of work is directed to the iron mines owned by the one and only James E. Freemont. The population ranges at just over two thousand people, half of which work the mines. James Freemont was a business man, and seeing to how there was no formal government of form of currency that matter he began to hire people by using the bartering system. He offered a warm place to sleep, protection, and food for them and their family. In trade they worked within the extremely hazardous mines for twelve hours a day. But it beat's the outside world, the bandits that are more then eager to snatch up some poor souls, rob them blind then turn them into a quick meal. Yes indeed, Freemont isn't so bad after all.. it seems.