It had been 18 months in the Outpost 3, many other outposts have been overrun or had already had it's rations low or unavailable to sustain it's survivors, The representative that had suddenly arrived into the shelter and explains that he is there to evaluate the residents for possible transfer to the last remaining sanctuary. The survivors came to know him as Langdon. He was a handsome man that appears to be in his early thirties with long strawberry-blonde hair and striking blue eyes, sat at the opposite side of the desk piled with files.

"I'm not gonna tell you what criteria I'm using to grade you. Things you may feel are helpful may be hurtful. Things you may feel will compel rejection may be exactly what I'm looking for. If you hedge, I will know. If you lie, I will know. And if you try to trick me, I will know, and this interview will be over, and you will die here painfully." Michael announced bluntly like an interrogation, his right hand formed into a fist at the desk while his other remained at the side. It was as if he was searching for dirt, an insecurity... A sin