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Chapter 10
Once the United States was destroyed the world went into a ten month chaos state, first the person that sent the first ICBM to the states was arrested, tried, and executed. The countries that launched their missiles blamed mass confusion and stated that they panicked. Almost all of them were far east countries which stopped business for them and crippling their economy due to world distrust. After that was settled down there was the matter of how all the former United States citizens that were out of the country were going to be relocated. . Not surprisingly most were either business men/women or bands that were on tour during the disaster. It was obvious that no one would be going back and so with heavy hearts the world decided that all those that were now not just homeless, but countryless as well, would be given the option of deciding their new country of citizenship as long as it was a member of the UN. Language classes were available if one chose a country, such as Germany, and the person didn’t speak the native language classes were offered for free. Each government agreed to provide for their housing for up to three years or until the new citizens could get back on their feet. Hawaii was given its own country and is now known as the Islands of Hawaii, and Alaska was given to the Canadians. Economically wise the world suffered for the first two years as many companies that were based in the US were now bankrupt if they had overseas offices or completely gone. However new companies rose up from emerging markets, and because of the newfound job vastness unemployment rates dropped and economically the world slowly began to heal. During the first year of the disaster the UN agreed to have several outpost positioned along the Canadian and Mexican border to watch for any survivors that might be trying to make it back to civilization. These post, called the Centers for Observation of the United States of America or COUSA for short, were fully equipped many search and rescue missions and only some of the best disaster troops were positioned there, however after several hundred such missions resulting in failure the UN decided to pull back the helicopters and their best troops and replaced them with trucks and the rejects of the military world, one such troop would soon be hailed as the man who discovered a lost nation, his callsign was Darkshadowfox, his real name was simply Dark the Fox.
Dark was walking along the short hallways of COUSA-121 feel more than a little angry. He was transferred to here just last week and he was still pissed at General Filo for sending him here, sure he may have taken a hummer for a little joyride, maybe he really did fire the 50 Cal., and maybe, just maybe he was a little drunk, but come on! Why did he need to be shipped out to Canada, why couldn’t be shipped out to Mexico where the drinks are cheap and the weather is warm. Here in Canada the only stiff drink he could get out here was a swig from Lumberjack Charlie’s homemade whisky and he wasn’t that desperate, well not yet at least. Plus he personally thought that the good General knew that he was, well, to put it simply attracted to some guys on his squad, and now here he was sitting on his ass for ten hours straight trying to radio in survivors and making sure the radio broadcast they sent out had no interruptions and the another seven were spent chasing away animals and mechanical repairs, the rest were spent sleeping. This wouldn’t be too bad by itself except for the fact that the only guns here were four hunting rifles and a single assault rifle, the only reason he even joined the military was to get close to all the weapons they had to offer. But alas, it was not meant to be, he noticed that somehow he had signed an agreement to be here for another ten years with little leave. Dark was bored NOW there was no way in hell he was going to last ten years, plus to top it all off all the men here were homophobic to the extreme so he couldn’t even revel his secret unless he wanted to spend the days outside, and nights for that manner. He headed into the restroom to splash water on his muzzle he thought he got something on it, turned out to be nothing although he took some time to look at himself for a little while. He like how his, somehow, naturally blue fur looked on him and how he grew out his muscles from endless drilling in boot camp, but most of all he like how bad-ass he looked with his military fatigues on. Thinking to himself,” if I was back in Australia I could easily pick up someone for the night in this.”
For some reason he never thought of himself as the stereotypical Australian guy, for one he didn’t have the accent nor did he like the outdoors to much. Pushing these thoughts aside he hurried back to his post on the radio alongside Fat Lowie and Lumberjack Charlie; Charlie actually wasn’t a member of the outpost but just like hanging around here. Apparently he was out of work and all of his friends died from the Disease, he had no wife or children either, poor guy. He also just so happened to be the largest bear that anyone around here had ever seen, with muscles a professional bodybuilder would envy, so no one complained, and in direct contrast was Fat Lowie, Dark guessed that he was probably the result of a night of passion between a husky and a barrel of lard. He put on his headphones and used the free internet provided by the UN to listen to something interesting. What really sucked is ever since the US went down the internet quality dropped drastically, it was like he was back in 2001. He sat there for an hour before getting bored and said, “Hey I’m going outside for a while, your stench is starting to get to me Lowie.”
“Heh, funny be sure to tell me if you decide to run off with some guy alright?
Dark was sure Lowie was joking but you could never be too sure, “Nah, I’ll just send him down to you, I know how much you like to try different things, but do him a favor and put on some De-O, flies are dropping out of the sky.”
With that he closed the door, but not before hearing Fat Lowie taking a big long sniff, one guess to what he was smelling. He headed towards the roof; the entire building was a giant wooden box, although it had several floors, a fully stocked basement, and the roof having some, key word some, chairs and a singular table, Dark guessed that even the top brass knew that soldiers get easily bored out here. He walked to the ladder and started to climb and opened the trapdoor.

When he got to the roof the sun was already starting to go down, the sky was painted red, orange, and the clouds seemed to absorb the colors as if they were sponges. He sat down on one of the chairs and listened to his new CF, or close friend, man if there was one thing he missed about Americans it was their clever use of English. He was listening to one of the few remaining American bands that happened to be touring during the disaster; He pressed play and exhaled as if smoking a cigarette, this particular song always relaxed him. Dark looked to his left and wondered why the guys upstairs decided to put him here in the middle of this lush wasteland, no friendly people, no booze, and most of all no fun, at least at boot camp he could fire his rifle every day, here they literally only had enough ammo to shot at beer cans once a week on Fridays, and today was Monday. What made it worse is the fact that they were surrounded by a cool forest a sharp difference from the heat and outback of Australia. He sighed and was beginning to fall asleep when he heard his radio crackle, “Hey we just got new orders from the brass, come downstairs and I’ll fill you in.”
“Sure, I’ll be right there.”
Dark got up and was glad for the new orders, as long as it was something like bodyguard duty to some visiting VIP or clearing out a nest of wasps he was good, he hated wasps.