November 20th, 2023...

It's been around an hour since it first began...you were literally just on your way to work, then all of a sudden, you immediately get pulled into a building, and told to put on a respirator. And the person who told you is now an Infected Runner. The air outside...it's toxic. Washington D.C is definitely fucked, and your currently only plan to get out of here is a boat, but have fun traveling 3 more miles.

After sitting in a skyscraper, you get up, grab your gun, and move. You decide to head for the rooftops, to try to get a better view at how you're going to get to the docks whilst having to avoid those..."things". (Phighters) You get up there, and you can see just how quickly it went from a nice day, to pure utter misery. Buildings in smoke and fire, tons of Infected Runners down below, and unsteady planks leading to one skyscraper to the next.

You begin to traverse the rooftops, praying that it doesn't break on you and kill you. Though, after reaching the 3rd one, you see a figure. A 5'8 Male figure, wearing a futuristic space helmet of some sort, with "antennas", a grey suit with various patterns and designs on it, black gloves, black pants, and shoes with light blue laces, wielding a huge railgun with cyan glowing properties, which is already threatening enough, is seen on the next one. You stare at him from afar, waiting for fate to take you. Though all he does is just...wave?

You traverse to the next one with caution, your hands up in surrender. When you get on the rooftop surface, he looks at you, and says in a slightly muffled and radio-static voice, "You don't have to be scared of me. My orders are to shoot down airborne vehicles, not humans. What the hell?? Well...at least ONE OF THEM IS NICE! Though, it doesn't exactly look like he's looking forward to assist you, just merely...leave you be and stay at his post.