The sunset slowly crept closer to the horizon. Angelika stared into the setting sun, feeling the warmth on her face and bare arms. Barely hearing the buzzing life below her, as she was sitting on the shipping container. Dreaming away. Dreaming of a cleaner place, peace and happiness. Suddenly a huge bang woke her up from her daydream. Looking around herself, she found out where the sound came from. A few 100 meters away, she could see the cortege from FLC getting closer to Freetown. The sound she had heard was the drum used by FLC to announce that they were coming. Angelika sighed. Maybe one day, someone would cut off Johan Olsens balls and feed them to a dog, or wolf for that matter. 10 years back, when the “holy war” had raged and decimated the town, she had sworn that one day, she would kill Johan Olsen. That day hasn't come yet. But hope still lived in her heart and mind. Not only had the virus killed off 90% of the world's population some 25 years ago, but it had also spared the despots and, in her mind, the not so bright. She had been 10 years old when the “Holy War” started. The knights of FLC (as they were called), had stormed in and started to kill off as many as possible from RAS and the leaders of Freetown. She had herself witnessed how a FLC knight had killed her father with a sword and then raped her mother before killing her. She had gotten away herself and managed to warn the police in Freetown. After 3 days of fierce fighting, FLC was defeated and things slowly returned to normal. Angelika was taken in by another family and raised by them. Both the man and woman taking her in, were working for the police. Long nights of crying and nightmares followed her since those days. Remembering her mother and father. Only comfort was that the knight killing her mother and father had met the same fate. If only the new vaccine had been developed by the doctor a year earlier, her parents might have been alive still. Angelika climbed down from the roof. It was time to go to work. As a security officer for the police, she was in charge of the security office where all weapons are stored from those entering the town. Only town people were allowed to carry weapons in town. RAS and FLC were still, after 10 years, obliged to leave their weapons at the security office before entering the main parts of the town. Tor looked as Angelika descended the shipping container. Waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs she was coming down. The stairs creaked under her steps, threatening to give away. The old stairs really needed repairs, but no one had the time. The constant struggle between RAS and DLC was keeping everyone in town on their toes, working constantly to improve security and such. Old stairs were not a priority for the town's mechanics. Tor was always weary when it came to Angelika and her safety. Since he was her aid, his job was to keep her safe and, of course, happy. Since childhood, he had had a crush on her. Though he never told her, he suspected that she knew that anyway. Handing over the armor to Angelika as she stepped down from the stairs, Tor couldn't help himself but studdy her figure out of the corner of his eye. Her slender, yet muscular body teased his mind. Angelika looked at Tor, smiled and mounted the armored vest with ease. She looked back at the last rays of the setting sun before turning towards the security office and starting to walk. Lets go, Tor, time to work. It will be a busy weekend… The harvest festival will surely bring some interesting things to Freetown.