Sgt. Eli Konlei and his personel are a small band of military men and women setting up shop at an elementary school on the crossroads of sixth street and fairway drive. There will be an external building, not connecting to their main hub, that will be left fortified and open for survivors to take refuge during he night in.

_{March 5th, 2086 – 2107}

Laflamme, Abigail

Born on March 5th, 2086 to a middle-class couple on the eastern outskirts of San Diego, California. Prelimnary report as follows: “Abigail was always the rough little kitten of the litter, that being the kids in the area. She is a single child, and more than a little rough around the edges, Rambunctious even. She was always the first to lead the younger children into games, and mischievous activites. The impromptu tiny leader of the gang of kids. Never relocating, Abigail Laflamme grew up with this children, a circumstance that would eventually lead her here, to us. Despite her parent's efforts in loving and raising her, they always seemed a little lax on the discipline. Never truly respecting anybody, Abigail often times found herself ditching school, where she only earned moderate to low grades, and took up smoking with her friends behind shops and in parks. Reports indicate her favorite brand of cigarettes were “Racers”.

It wasn't long until this kind of ruffian behaviour led her towards the use of drugs, all teenagers were doing it, there was nothing holding her back from trying the euphoria everybody was raving about. Her first taste of marijuana had her hooked, exerpts from her diary indicate she'd never felt as happy, or alive, as she did when under the influence. Now she had a whole new reason to skip class, to smoke cannabis with her social group, or often times finding herself at a house on sixth street. A shabby little house with peeling paint and windows covered in foil. The yard was overgrown and full of the typical kinds of poject that tweakers task themselves with inbetween drug deals, this particular one seems to refurbish furniture and sell it dirt cheap.

Perhaps it was the loss of love, or the difficult of their child, but eventually a rift formed between Abigail's parents, as it seems to happen all to often these days. The father, Roman Laflamme, forty-six, took to drinking. Let the records show that observations of his behaviour also includes harder drugs that his daughter was using, for now, and the involvedment of street whores. Julienne Laflamme, forty-five, found her consolement in mind numbing prescriptions fed to her through her physciatrist and doctor, who seemed to be in tandem when it came to ensuring her insurance paid the most, for the best precription pills it could afford. Let the records show that observations show that she was constantly under the influence of these pills, and filled her time with television, baking, and sewing.

This rift only drove Abigail deeper into the world of drugs. She was seventeen when she dropped her first hit of acid, which left her unaware of the reality she was stuck in. Between the drugs, and her inability to function as normal teengers do left her barely scraping her way through high school, leaving her nearly at the bottom of her class. She chose not to walk on stage, instead she had her diploma mailed to her so she could return to the house on sixth street, where it is assumed she became so high the effects lasted for days. Days which she spent wandering the streets in a haze, leaving her family to worry.

The rift deepened with this, each of the parents blaming eachother, and themselves, and just about everything else. It's reported that Roman Laflamme was arrested on March 5th, 2104; Abigail's birthday. She was missing, leaving her parents fighting, and a cake who's candles melted completely. The charges were for domestic violence, a call originating from the neighbors. Julienne Laflamme has medical records dating for that night: A bruised eye, a dislocated shoulder, and shallow cuts on her face implying something fragile had broken upon it.

Abigail didn't find out about this until days later. With a rubber tube tied around her arm, and a needle pressed to her vein, the news report finally aired of the incident. But this only drove her further from home. Her mother left to weep and worry, Abigail moved into her drug dealer's home and started selling with him. Her days were filled with heroin, acid, and marujuana, and it is plausible that she had run ins with powerful prescription pills and ectasy. A police report surfaced two months later, May 11th, 2104, where officers found Abigail naked and stoned on the lawn a few houses down from where she had been staying.

Apparently her “Land lord” (Drug dealer) had found her whoring herself out to maintain her lifestyle, and threw her out. The exact details of this event are unknown, yet Abigail's fate followed similarily to her father's. She was only booked for a few nights, and forced into rehab.

A childhood friend of her's, Andie McKosh, Nineteen, had a job offer from his father, Andrew McKosh, forty-nine, to work in an automechanics shop. One she quickly took. From there she slowly built a life back up for herself. Though she continued to smoke pot, she completed her rehabilitation curriculum. Once again free to be her own person, she bid goodbye to her life as an automechanic and sought more rewarding work; This time as a heavy vehicle repairman. Landing a job at a construction company, “J&J Construction”, she found herself successfully living deep in the city of San Diego, able to afford her own apartment with such a high income.

The skills she learned here were invaluable, and she was looking forward to a promotion when a rusted bolt on a shovel's scoop broke. The scoop nearly crushed her, but she was able to dive out of the way and wound up only moderately bruised and battered, with a mild sprain. The drug test results show a high amount of THC in her system, along with a variety of chemicals used in the street production of Acid. She was immediately fired.

From here she lived on the streets. She quickly became part of the homeless community and they showed her how to survive, and still beable to afoord some drugs, or a pack of cigarettes here and there. Fortunely for her, she was never much of a drinker, but partook when offered. They tought her where the best places to sleep were, which shelters were always full and those that were not, and how to raid dumpsters for edible food. Still, her eyes reflected the sleepless nights and the hunger pangers she felt. She often found local musicians playing for money, and used her talents in singing to scrape by.

One fateful night, she had just scored a couple tabs of Acid and was feeling particularily down about her life; perhaps suicidal. She took more than she usually did, and fell into a non-lethal state of overdose. A panic attack ensued, and her emotions flared widly out of control. The police were on scene within the hour.

She was admitted to New Heights Memorial Hospital.


_{November 11th, 2107 – 2109}
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Patient has assualted a female staff member. Staff member has been rushed to quarentee, patient had a violent outburst and inflicted the nurse with Blackwater, the syinge lodged deep into the nurse's left eye socket. The nurse is also being treated for multiple stab wounds, inflicted with a ball point pen. Patient's journal and writing utensils have been removed, she is to be be kept under guard and have a detail escort her to the testing facilities.



A change in the subject's medication seems to have worked in supressing her violent outbursts, but has also dulled all her emotions leaving her in a functioning, catatonic state. She can respond to commands, and give simple responses. We see no need to change her medication, subject is as desired. Due note to keep tabs on her mental state, she spends hours humming and singing quietly to herself, the only emotion she seems able to exhibit is sadness, and she if often heard crying, but never while under surveilance. I suggest installing cameras in her room.



Subject, Abigail Laflamme is reported to be terminated from Project Blackwater, will follow-up observations in case her results improve. The genome set seems to be unresponsive, despite any manipulations why try to get it to bond with her, it seems it is not following it's original design, and remains either dormant or unresponsive. Subject is not violent, and shows no risk of mutation, therefore a purgue is not necessary.

She is scheduled to have her memories carefully cleaned over the next week, and inhibitors are prescribed to help with this process. All Millennium involvement, and Blackwater, will be removed from her memory. She will medically induced into a temporary coma and left in a back alley, surrounded by paraphenelia. Her mind will create figmented memories to fill in the blanks, or fill in the blanks. It is likely that she will just think it's memory loss from an over abudance of drug use. It's not uncommon for a heavy drug user to experience gaps in the memory of their life.

Phoenix Tracker 006 has been detailed to keep close tabs on her. I hear he is excellent at his job. We look forward to his reports.

Lucien Anderson was born July 13, 2079 in the Wyoming countryside. His father was a rancher and his mother a real estate agent. He grew up outside of a small town that his father basically owned. Lucien had a fairly happy childhood, full of hunting and cowboys and Indians. As Lucien got older, he started to gain a love for his country he had never known before. He enlisted in the USMC in 2096 as a Military Police Officer. He served some time overseas in Africa looking over a U.S. relief base from African bandits and warlords. Lucien used his G.I. Bill to attend college while he served, graduating with a bachelor's in Criminal Justice in 2100. The Corps payed for his college in return for two extra years of service and he was deployed to the Caribbean to help U.S. allies defend against international pirates. They were the most action packed years of his enlistment, he finally left the Corps in 2102 at 23. He moved back home to attend The Montana Law Enforcement Academy to become a Game Warden. During his Warden training he fell in love with a girl from his hometown named Juliana Newton (No relation to Isaac Newton.) Lucien graduated from the academy in the spring of 2102. He married Juliana in August.

Now secured with a job, Lucien and Juliana wanted to start a family and they did. Just 3 months after they got married Juliana became pregnant with their daughter. Juliet was born February 1st, 2103. Lucien was the happiest he had ever been when Juliet was born and one could already tell he would make a good father. But that wasn't their last child, just 4 months later Juliana became pregnant again, this time with a boy. Their second and last child, Augustus, was born January 19th, 2104. They were two beautiful and bright children and Lucien loved them both. That's why the apocalypse was so much more of a nightmare for his family. The chaos, the death, the panic. Lucien had experienced something similar to this pandemonium in his time with the corps, but never on this scale, and never with children and worse, his own children. It was insanity, but he got his family out of town and on the highway, which as the days went by, became less and less populated. He was heading to his parents' ranch, which was well fortified and had plenty of food. But the monsters had gotten there before him. Many workers and field hands were dead when they arrived, but there were survivors. Lucien's mother was not among them. Apparently His father and the other surviving workers and field hands had barricaded themselves inside until the monstrosities had moved on. The next few days were depressing to say in the least, having to bury all the dead and try and salvage the slaughtered cattle those "ghouls" had helped themselves to. Not to mention repairs, all this work has been just enough to keep his mind off of his Mother's death. His family was safe for the most part and this ranch was very defend-able. There was nowhere to go but up, right?

Excerpt from medical report, thus information known to patient.
Patient was born the 7th of July, 2088, in Sofia, Bulgaria, while her parents were on vacation. Both parents are of Bulgarian origins, have lived in the United States for thirty years, same as their parents before them. Moved to the United States and lived in California, near San Francisco. No major medical issues throughout childhood and adolescence, perfect vision. After mixed results in high school, joined the US Army in 2107, becoming a gunner in an AH-64M Super Apache, receiving the nickname "Laser". Participated in anti-riot operations from the 11th of July 2109 to the 18th when the helicopter was hit with numerous projectiles thrown by rioters, including rocks, bottles, and improvised firebombs, causing the helicopter to crash nearby. Pilot was killed and patient was gravely injured, with lower left leg and right ear being severed, right thigh being deeply cut and right forearm being crushed and receiving third degree burns. Non-fatal brain damage. Patient is moved to hospital in Seattle, Washington and put into medically-induced coma to allow repair of brain damage and installation of mechanical prosthetics on left leg and right arm, along with bone replacement on right thigh. Patient is currently comatose as of January 1st, 2110.
Assumed retrograde amnesia.
More detailed biography, unknown to patient.
Zornitsa Lazarov was born to two Bulgarian-American parents in 2088 in the Bulgarian capital of Sofia, while the pair were on vacation visiting family. Her father was a pilot for a regional airline on the American west coast and her mother was an ophthalmologist. Being an only child, she was pampered by her parents, living an easy life in San Francisco, going to a private high school in her adolescent years well-known for its "escalator" education that allowed direct entry into a university, without need for application. She was very sociable and found herself often skipping school to enjoy the casual life of a spoiled brat with friends and thus had to redo a year, missing out on the direct entry into university. Left in the dust by her friends who went on to enjoy rich education, Zornitsa went on a trip through south-eastern Europe in order to gather her thoughts and decide on her future. Inspired by seeing a squadron of helicopters fly off to fight yet another conflict in the Middle East and Africa, she returned to the United States and enlisted for the US Army. She managed to scratch through the initial exams thanks to some help from her father and, after harsh training, was assigned as the gunner to one of the Army's aging AH-64M Super Apaches, last produced dozens of years ago. Due to the age of the vehicle, she was kept from being deployed to more active conflicts and instead was given less glamorous objectives of transferring between bases within the United States and performing training exercises, including, shockingly enough for the airman, anti-riot operations. Most of her service was spent wandering around the nearest town to the base she was stationed at and her leave time was mostly occupied by either attempting to reestablish contact with old friends, seeing family, or, when she had enough time, visiting relatives in Bulgaria.
Her first true operation came in July 2109, two years after enlisting, immediately upon return from leave and birthday celebrations in Seattle. Rioting had broken following declaration of martial law and subsequent execution of an "extremely dangerous individual" in Tucson, Arizona. Moved to a local airport where a military presence had been established, she was shocked to find such a large force there; tanks, IFV's and even new generation attack helicopters were stationed and ready for action, for the next twenty days, Zornitsa watched in horror as the situation escalated from within the fortified terminal of the airport, until finally, authorization was given for close air support against rioters fighting infantry in the town. The thirty-millimeter chain gun on the helicopter fully loaded, "Laser" and her pilot took off to find a scene even more grotesque than she had imagined. Even from above, the carnage was apparent, with buildings and cars burning and the streets practically soaked with blood. And, even with her hand shaking, she had to gun down civilians, some who looked innocent from above, others who looked like literal monsters, covered in dirt and soot. For the next week, every day she emptied all 1200 rounds of the chain gun into these people, those "things" as she preferred to think of them, to spare herself the hesitation of pulling the trigger. With each day, the "opposing force"'s numbers became smaller and smaller, and yet she still found the ammunition empty at the end.
On July 18th, the day her role in the air support was due to end, her helicopter was struck by a coordinated attack from the rioters, using anything they could use; stones, bricks, molotov cocktails, even being fired upon with various firearms. A projectile managed to break through the cockpit glass by some terrible misfortune and an incendiary weapon soon followed, setting the pilot ablaze before he could ascend to safety. The Super Apache crashed into a nearby building that was by some miracle still standing, ending the life of the pilot for good and critically injuring Zornitsa. Miraculously, she was found and saved from death, before being moved to Seattle for a more in-depth operation. At this point, she was in a medically-induced coma to allow for healing of brain damage incurred during the accident. After the operation to install mechanical prosthetics on her lost arm and leg, she was moved to her home to make room in the hospital for a sudden influx of patients and put under AI surveillance, along with an observing doctor.
She would not awaken until February 10th, 2110, a few weeks after automatically being awoken from the coma by a cocktail of drugs, just before the battery of the system keeping her alive and within a coma died and the nutrient injection system began to run dry...

Heloise was born to a struggling mother, and an abusive father. For the first eight years of her life, she experience mostly terror, until the moment when her father sought to murder her mother and herself, slashing Heloise across the face, which gave her mother the strength to turn the tables on her father, wrangling the knife from him and killing him in turn. Medical professionals tried to save her eye, but it wasn't possible right then. .

Her mother relocated them when she was cleared of killing, and tried to give Heloise a better life. All Heloise cared about was learning how to defend herself, and she learned how to fight, learned how to use a gun, and learned how to use more mundane weapons such as swords. She had trouble at school, bullied by other kids, taunted not just for her scar and blind eye but also for the fact that she was quite a bright young girl, what one would call a teachers pet. When word got out about her past, Heloise begged her mother to let her be homeschooled, going so far as to even get a part time job to pay for a tutor. One might wonder how she managed to juggled her defensive training skills, a part time job and life itself. Heloise was very organized, and found that homeschooling enabled her to finish her days earlier then if she was at school itself. She only worked on the weekends, and she found classes for her combat skills that she could go to after her schooling. As for a life...she didn't have much in the way of social.

Heloise flourished under this, and she managed to get great grades, making it into a good college. She fretted about that, worried about it because she didn't have that good social skills, didn't make friends easily, but the part time job helped. She began to develop relationships, even had a boy friend, but when he began to beat her, when she got pregnant "and ruined" his life, she left only to suffer a miscarriage, Thought to be from the beating. She promised herself she'd never be in a relationship like that, and so she walked away. She took a year off, before going to college.

She sought a degree in criminology, wanting to be able to become someone who could protect those that needed it, before transferring to become a lawyer. She was just about to graduate, when the apocalypse started.

Heloise tried to find her mother, but got involved in riots, road blocks, jams, so that by the time she managed to reach home, it was deserted, but there were signs of a struggle. Heloise grabbed what she could, including the weapons she currently has, and some supplies. She set out to find her mother, and do what she could to help others.

Born as a city girl, Charlotte grew up in downtown New York city after moving from Ireland She was raised in a wealthy family who lived up in a modern highrise. She led a fairly normal childhood, excelling in her schooling and finishing public school with stellar grades. Moving into high school, she continued with her stellar grades, often found in the library studying up on her courses, all at the most advanced level of course. She didn’t have much of a social life because of this and was often taunted for being a show off and a nerd. She graduated with next to perfect grades and left the town and her past behind.

Moving down to Massachusetts, she bought herself a small condo and interviewed for a few part time jobs to help pay for school and necessities, eventually getting in at a local coffee shop. She started her schooling at MIT the following year, studying for her doctorate, along with Neuroscience on the side.

Though she ended up being quite successful in her education, the high work loads and intensity of the classes took a toll on her and she often had complete mental breakdowns while studying. To add to her stress, she had a few falling outs with close friends and a boyfriend who had left her midterm for some pretty little blonde tramp.

Five years later, she had graduated from MIT with her medical P.H.D and a degree in Pathology. She was accepted into the internship program at the Northwestern Memorial hospital in Chicago and soon after moved there to pursue her career. She worked under one of the neurosurgeons at the hospital and was quickly humbled by his skill in the field. She was no longer at the top of her class, but now, just like the rest of the interns, sitting in the low class of doctors, taking the boring cases that none of the bigshots wanted.

Finally, after years of working her way up, she had finally become a fully fledged neurosurgeon. She finally settled down her life, going through the motions everyday with the occasional patient that basically took over her life for a good month.

Though she claims it wasn't her fault, Charlotte lost most of her left arm in a car accident - she liked to drive fast at night, when the streets were empty - after getting t-boned by a transport truck. This put an end to her surgical career and left her doing ER consults and lab work, as they wouldn't let her operate with a prosthetic.

The apocalypse hit the hospital hard and Charlotte eventually quit her job. The city was becoming a trap filled with death and the dying and while she was a doctor, she couldn't help but feel as though the job they were doing was only scratching the surface.

Charlotte grabbed a bunch of medical supplies from the hospital and left at lunch to gather her things from her apartment.

She was on the road an hour later, driving down the barren highway in her pickup truck.

David was born and raised with his younger sister in the state of Washington by his conservative parents. His life was relatively stable in a middle-class white neighborhood. Like most teenage guys, David spent his time playing sports (baseball in particular) and video games. When graduation time came up, David applied to a community college at the insistence of his parents, although he only attended part-time. David found college tedious and the debt he incurred was frustrating. As monotonous as the work was, he preferred his days spent working at the tire factory. Though he had no idea what he planned to do with a degree in general studies, there was one saving grace to higher education: Lisa. David fell head over heels for Lisa when they met at a home game. Every moment of free time was spent upon her and though his grades suffered, David was happier than he had ever been.

A year later the pair were engaged, and David was on the brink of academic probation. He dropped out of college and began working on the line full time. Since he was frugal, David reasoned that he could provide better doing what came naturally to him. Before long he had purchased a modest home north of Seattle. Lisa was quietly accepting of this plan, or so he thought. Weeks before their wedding date, his fiance informed him that she was not willing to “resign herself to a mediocre life”. Despite his desperate promises to change, the wedding was off. Within a month David learned that Lisa was with someone new. He was devastated.

Six years later, at the age of twenty-eight, David still works at the tire factory. He doesn’t complain and has an excellent attendance record. Free hours are spent at home in front of his television screen playing games or watching sports. He has a good friend, Paul, who occasionally takes him out. But David has never been interested in taking chances with women again. Instead he makes himself comfortable in the home that would have his and Lisa’s.