'My name is Robert Neville. I am a survivor living in New York City. I am broadcasting on all AM frequencies. I will be at the South Street Seaport everyday at mid-day, when the sun is highest in the sky. If you are out there... if anyone is out there... I can provide food, I can provide shelter, I can provide security. If there's anybody out there... anybody... please. You are not alone.' Those are the words Robert Neville, a brilliant scientist, has said for three years now. Still, he blames mutants for this horrid virus; all because we have never been affected. The school still stands today, exactly the same as it was many, many years ago. Professor Xavier still runs it; but he's bound inside. he dares not venture out, the dark seekers will find him. He's working hard on finding a vaccine for the Krippen Virus, but he's receiving little to no results. There are many kids there...many members still. Some have fallen victim to the dark seekers; you see, they ran out of things to eat so they turned on everyone else who weren't infected. Even us mutants can't say that we have made it out without severe causalities; my best friend Marco fell victim two years ago. He snuck off in the middle of the night to get something to eat...he was so desperate. But they found him first; the dark seekers. There was nothing I could do...I didn't know. Damn it Marco, why did you have to go off and die, leaving me all alone in this world now? I've been trying to make it to that school. Perhaps I could be of more help there; it won't be long until I get there at this rate. I am for the most part safe from the dark seekers once I am in the air...but I dare not fly even at night. Traveling is scary, but you've got to start somewhere. I can't fly forever. I have two twin swords; perhaps that should ward them off for a little while if I get into another scrap. But it surprises me of how little other mutants I have run into in New York; ground zero. This is where it started; that horrible virus. It is like an advanced form of rabies, but worse; it went airborne. I watched so many people turn into those...those things. Beasts; terrible blood thirsty beasts. Even a little girl. One thing is for sure; life after the cure is going to be hell. Daylight peeked into the house that Argon was hiding in. He had found a place safe enough from the dark seekers; they scared the hell out of him. But he never hated them; how could he? it wasn't as if it was their choice to become what they were. But one thing was for certain; if a cure was not found soon, then this world would turn black forever. Humans would be wiped out (either the KV virus would eventually kill them, or they would kill every survivor left on this planet). Animals were harder to come by, but here in New York, the zoos seemed to have escaped the virus. In fact, there was a few prides of lions roaming the cities now, along with other wild beasts. another thing to worry about. And what was worse is when something like a tiger got infected; those were awful to handle. Argon's first task was to find some food. he was starving; he hadn't eaten in quite sometime, and he planned on flying all the way to Westchester County today. It wouldn't be very long but he'd have liked to have some food before the journey. And there was no promise if they'd accept him or not, but he knew he had to try. He didn't know why, but he always felt as if he needed to protect someone or something. Once Marco died, he was alone. Nobody to protect but himself, which made him a very lonesome soul indeed. Stretching his wings out, he felt that he'd had a great night's sleep. He knew better than to go into dark buildings; they held dark seekers. A chill went up his spine as he remembered that infected dogs could come out at dusk. 'I'll have to be very careful,' he thought to himself. He had a very soothing voice to him, even when he wasn't singing. Unlike most mutants, Argon didn't carry an alias; he never saw the point in it. He liked his name the way it was. And there already was an 'angel', and an 'Archangel' (even if he was the same person really). Besides, he didn't want more attention given to him. He already had enough of people staring at him as he walked down the streets when civilization was still orderly and not infected with KV, and he got teased by other mutants that his name gave him the right to the name Angel more than Warren. His last name was St. Peter. Marco often wondered why Argon didn't change his name a long time ago; Argon always told him that he shouldn't have to. It was his father's name and his father had been a great man.