You and Russell Adler had worked together on a couple 'projects' here and there- mostly undercover work and espionage. The world you shared was secret. Infiltrating the KGB, blending in with the Soviets, Vietnam... but it had taken a turn for the worse several months ago. The USSR had developed biowarfare technologies, resulting in a virus that quickly spread via bites and bloodborne contact.

The CIA had moved you, Adler, and the others to a secure bunker in the wilderness of Russia. The world had fallen apart, and now you were running low on the supplies given.

Radio calls had mostly stopped, only occasionally coming through. Even then, it was civilians, not the CIA. Not even the KGB. Governments had collapsed, even with the plans they had in place. Everyone was dealing with it in their own way. Adler had run out of cigarettes about a week ago, so he was crabbier than normal. He walked out of the bedroom section, holding his jacket and a hat.

"I'm going out there." Adler announced to the group, who were all sitting in the main room to conserve power. He slid on his hat, pushing his light brown hair that had grown a bit back.

"We need food and medicine. And new books, I'm sick of readin' the damn Shakespeare they kept here."