From ashes we rise (Open)
Sept 3, 2016 21:57:33 GMT -5
Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell, Hannah Jilani, and 2 more like this
Post by Marcus Wayne Robertson on Sept 3, 2016 21:57:33 GMT -5
Given the job as an overseer, Marcus was set to operate the new colony of the Hive that was to be Yankee Stadium. When the Hive eventually crumbled due to the threat of the living dead, he was left in charge to maintain order amongst the surviving few. Many lost their dear and loved ones in the tragedy that befell them and some even left all together, however despite the crises Marcus decided to stand firm and continue the work that had been laid out before him, such that his children and people could live on in safety behind walls. Over the next few days that followed, he strengthened the infrastructure of the stadium and changed the laws to fit the current needs.
Nobody was allowed entry or exit without his approval, the militia was to guard the perimeter at all times, taking shifts to stay vigilant. Since the colony had originally been made to produce food for the entire population it was already well stocked, along with weapons and other equipment that had been abandoned by the former military occupants. The common man and woman was allowed to walk free within the grounds, but unlike earlier traditions they were not allowed to carry weapons, except for emergencies. Everyone was given a bed to sleep on in the VIP sections that had been turned into bedrooms, each room of course guarded. The infirmary could be found within the facility, and when symptoms of sickness was discovered amongst the population they were quickly sent there for an evaluation.
The main entry hall was kept empty at the moment, but had originally been intended to work as a market where people could come and trade. That was not to say it wouldn`t happen in the future, although as of right it was necessary to keep everything secure. Most of the doors was sealed off, let alone four that covered each side of the stadium. The grassy arena itself had been turned into a farming ground where crops and animals thrived.
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It was early morning and the sun stood high on the sky, no clouds could be seen above. Marcus was already attending his duties as a leader, venturing from one place to the next to see if things went well. His nine years old son and thirteen year old daughter was both in the care of volunteers that sought to keep the children entertained during the crises, such that the elders could concentrate on doing their work for the community. As it stood right now everyone had to pull their weight one way or another, and Marcus had made sure each had a set of daily task to complete. This particular day however he was mostly eager, anticipating the return of the task force that had been sent out to look for survivors, hoping that some of his dear friends would finally turn up.
Nobody was allowed entry or exit without his approval, the militia was to guard the perimeter at all times, taking shifts to stay vigilant. Since the colony had originally been made to produce food for the entire population it was already well stocked, along with weapons and other equipment that had been abandoned by the former military occupants. The common man and woman was allowed to walk free within the grounds, but unlike earlier traditions they were not allowed to carry weapons, except for emergencies. Everyone was given a bed to sleep on in the VIP sections that had been turned into bedrooms, each room of course guarded. The infirmary could be found within the facility, and when symptoms of sickness was discovered amongst the population they were quickly sent there for an evaluation.
The main entry hall was kept empty at the moment, but had originally been intended to work as a market where people could come and trade. That was not to say it wouldn`t happen in the future, although as of right it was necessary to keep everything secure. Most of the doors was sealed off, let alone four that covered each side of the stadium. The grassy arena itself had been turned into a farming ground where crops and animals thrived.
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It was early morning and the sun stood high on the sky, no clouds could be seen above. Marcus was already attending his duties as a leader, venturing from one place to the next to see if things went well. His nine years old son and thirteen year old daughter was both in the care of volunteers that sought to keep the children entertained during the crises, such that the elders could concentrate on doing their work for the community. As it stood right now everyone had to pull their weight one way or another, and Marcus had made sure each had a set of daily task to complete. This particular day however he was mostly eager, anticipating the return of the task force that had been sent out to look for survivors, hoping that some of his dear friends would finally turn up.