US Delegates

"Why do I have to be sent to such a backwater country?" A middle-aged man with curly brown hair muttered in a disgruntled voice. His name was James Woods. He was once a mayor in the US, but his status dropped significantly after the apocalypse. Although he was still a member of the government, he no longer possessed the same authority he once had.

Looking down from the sky, James stared at the base surrounded by earthen walls. He noticed that only a small portion of the surrounding area was cleared and there were still many roadblocks. He also noticed some blackened streets and buildings with numerous corpses strewn all over. Seeing this, he clicked his tongue in disdain. "Did someone bring a facemask?" He asked the people who were with him.

Soon, their chopper landed at the designated landing site. They were greeted by a group of suited men.