Snow caps the below zero city as the ants within build their makeshift castles. What were once men of fortune and virtue now huddle next to the filthy and homeless they once lorded over. Junkies led gangs as though they were former generals. Chaos defines this fearful new world, power and persuasion it's King, deception and avarice it's Queen.
Under Bailey Manor
The Kingpin sits on a wooden stool beside a leaking pipe shirtless, freshly healed abrasions and scars from the makeshift bomb the desperada had tossed at him mid flight during their conflict some ninety days before. Sin gently dabs them with alcohol, "I think you are ready, sir." His clothes were sitting on a hanger, dhingy and unwashed due to the shortage of clean water in the city. The military dropped no care packages, claiming they didn't want to risk the escape of the contaminate. In truth, they merely wanted to make sure the scar on their great nation faded as quickly as possible. "How are we on protein bars and vitamin pills?" She takes a long moment of silence, "Well?!" She shakes and jumps, "We...we only have enough for another week." his head hangs low under the swinging light powered by his generator, "And Gasoline?" The light flickers, "...We need to acquire more, but we aren't the only ones who have made preparations for a power outage. Miscellaneous parties have been siphoning gasoline from the vehicles for weeks. It will be hard to find." Her usual fine pressed and clean hands no rife with dirt. Flucks takes an inhale, mid breath he begins to wheeze and cough. "Time for a re-debut" He stands slowly, his large back rippling and wrinkling the old scars as he throws on his button up and jacket. The hidden catacombs proved useful while the kingpin made himself scarce. Afterall, if a city turned into a kingdom without rights..who's head would the people want first? Walking through the narrow labyrinth the crimson kingpin at his vehicle, the morgan lifecar, an electrically charged and customized sportscar with reinforced glass and steel. The irony wasn't lost to him that he needed gas to charge it.
"Where are you going...sir?" She asks in a barely professional breath of worry, "Your wounds have only just healed...those animals want your blood" The engine revves as he turns up the speakers on full blast and the ramp lead wall rises, "The feeling is mutual" The tail lights leave a streak of red as he drives into the pale darkness of the chilled endless night. His right hand turns and walks towards her makeshift laboratory, still confident of finding a cure for her lov- employer.