Allen was caught slightly off-guard by the buzzing of his AR system as the message was received and his comms blared with a voice of slightly American notability. Allen, being American in origin himself, could discern American voices apart from English voices to a degree. This included American who had stayed long periods of their lives in English land. He shook away the startle as he adjusted the volume of his comms and slightly calibrated the stream filter for the pathway function. He blinked heavily a few times and then finally sighed as he had leveled out of the rough patches in his AR system. It had been a few months since he had been put on assignment, and he had just began to realize what a regular life was like again, but now that was over and it was back to work with the UN. Allen rose his figure from the bed of his apartment and quickly crossed his arms over his barren chest and then stretched them horizontally outwards. His blanket slid down his legs and plopped onto the floor in a bundle around his ankles, his arms quickly twisted, turned, cracked, and popped and then Allen began with his back by laying forward, and then backwards, as the spinal joints and cartilage disks began to crackle in a mannerly fashion from one end of his spine to the other. His legs were lifted up and over the bundled blanket, which also gave way to a series of high-steps that caused his knees to pop, and he made his way into the nearby bathroom nook. He flicked the light switch and watched the brilliant over-head lights for the medicine cabinet flick on without a problem, and the warmth of the nook's sub-set heater began to warm his slightly chilling body. The immaculate nature of his apartment was a treasure of his time spent with an ex who had ingrained the lesson of a clean home. He smiled into the mirror a moment taking in the serenity and peace of his home and it's gracious gifts. He stood with an odd smirk over his face, a moment longer, as he slipped his boxers off and stepped into the shower.

He turned the knobs and pulled the small piece that closed off the bath nozzle and diverted the water through the shower head. He enjoyed the warming water over his skin a moment before continuing on with his shower and bathing himself. Moment later he exited the shower and the Bathroom nook with a small towel around his waist until he pulled today's clothes out of the nearby dresser. After getting dressed he shifted his attention to work matters and began preparing his gear. He prepared his 'luggage' pack with his standard issue gear, as well as a few personal essentials, and then he readied his Medical Jump Bag by going over everything in it and then removing the empty Oxygen tank from the left side of the main chamber on the back and he replaced the space with his collapsed bow. He then continued to go over all of his gear in a routine check, and finally finished it off by placing his revolver just inside a rib-adjacent holster that used a torso harness under his vest. He slipped his casual coat over his vest and other tops and then slipped his rucksack on over his shoulders, only to then grasp his medical bag and use an extra, locking strap, to secure it to his rucksack. Once everything was fastened together he made his way out of the apartment, but he stopped just at the doorway of his apartment and turned to look at it once more.

He glanced around at the luxurious bed he had awoken to, which was actually a futon and a scraggly looking wool blanket. His eyes quickly diverted to the bathroom nook and the nice shower, but it too was only a useless shower and an emptied gallon jug that had been used to heat water in. He shook his head and examined the entire apartment once more with a sense of realization. He looked at the dark, gloomy walls and mumbled to himself as he exited into the hallway and out of the apartment complex altogether. 

"It was nice... It was nice to have it all, for one last morning." He said to himself under his breath while following the path marked for him, but his eyes wandered about the world around him. His eyes scanned people freezing, people who were hungry, people who were hurting, the world had ended to a degree. It was something of a dream, or a movie scene. He marveled at looted shops and ravaged homes, the freezing wind an accent to the destruction and the snow a latent remember of a wasteland in ice. It all seemed so befuddling, a book turned reality. Imagination a weapon against the very mind that wielded it. His eyes shifted back and forth between burning heaps of trash and wood, to piles of useless slag once called vehicles. Everything that was once apart of modern life, was now as useless as a thought, while everything that was once obsolete was now more useful then anything else. People traded in their smartphones for books to burn, and their pretty cars for decent place to sleep. He thought about how far the spectrum had twisted, and how much humanity relied on electronics and mechanics. 

He walked for several minutes before his gaze was shifted once more to a large stone structure. The allure of a building bathed in Religious Belief and Devote Though shown through the frozen smog and the darkened society as a beacon for those with faith in the Lord, and his children. All manner of people arrived at the Church, devote followers, clergymen, sinners wishing to repent, and even those who had no faith getting their first taste. Allen viewed little in the manner of religions, but he knew that no matter who you are, you had to believe in something, in have faith for something. Allen rested his rear in a pew on the left side of the Chapel's hall where he had arrived just before the sermon started, and sat quietly out of respect, but also listened in for the purpose of possibly getting a smidge of hope in the word of another Human, willing to Shepard others on a good path. Once the sermon came to a close and the people of the steeple scattered out into their own prayer groups, and other little clusters, Allen made his way up to the Altar and closed his eyes for a moment while bowing and giving a silent prayer. He did not pray for himself, but rather for those who needed the prayer, and those who believed in prayer and the Lord.