-The Wolfrun Incident-
-Dimension 1-
Rude Awakenings-
Neo Wolfrun, 1989-
The green and red lights sparkle in the darkness, and a figure slowly obstructs them as they creep closer to the sleeping Harold Bright. His eyes dart open, sensing immediate danger. He grabs the pistol from under his pillow and aims at the silhouette, the colors from the Christmas lights outlining a surprisingly feminine figure. He pulls back the hammer, and the figure stops. Their eyes light up red, and Harold sighs. “I could’ve shot you...” He says, lowering the gun. Lucy laughs in the darkness. “I wanted to bring you a present,” She says. Harold turns on his nightstand’s light to find Lucy in a bra and pajama pants. Little puppies decorate the pants, and Lucy’s hair is messy under a Santa hat. “You seem like you just woke up,” Harold comments. Lucy flips him off. “I forgot tonight was Christmas Eve. Usually, Demons don’t celebrate Christmas, but you Humans tend to enjoy gifts. Here.” She says, holding out a grocery store bag. Harold chuckles. “A Demon celebrating Christmas. Never thought I’d see the day.” He says, opening the bag. Two lottery tickets and a stick of gum sit at the bottom of the bag. “Gee, thanks.” He says, holding up the tickets. “Where’s the receipt?” He asks. Lucy just stares blankly. “Lucy? Where’s the receipt for the tickets?” He asks again. Lucy just looks at him. “What’s a receipt?” She asks. Harold groans, lying his head back down on the pillow. “Lucy, did you steal these?” he asks. Lucy shrugs. “I dunno, did I?” She asks. Harold sighs. “Well, I can't redeem these if I win without the receipt, so thanks for the gum at least…” He says. Lucy sighs. “I’m sorry, I guess.” She says. Harold just sits in silence. “I do appreciate the idea, though. Don’t feel bad.” He says. Lucy sighs and reaches forward. She rests a hand on his thigh, and Harold jolts up, looking her in the eyes. “What’re you doing?” He asks. Lucy crawls up close to him, her mouth inches from his ear. “Let me give you a real gift~,” She says seductively, reaching her hand up Harold’s thigh. He leans back and closes his eyes as Lucy pulls the cover over herself. “I thought you liked girls?” He asks aloud. Lucy stops for a moment and clears her throat. “I can swing both ways, I just prefer tits and ass. I like dick a bit, here and there.” She says. Harold plans to say something, but a warm and wet feeling overwhelms him. He falls back on his pillow and lets Lucy do her thing. He wakes up suddenly in a cold sweat. He pants in the darkness, glancing around the room nervously. He takes a deep breath and lies back down. He drifts back off to sleep slowly, his breath heavy and his heart beating fast.
The following morning, Harold and Lucy join Frost and Gears at the kitchen table for breakfast. “Had a good night?” Gears asks. Lucy smirks and rests a hand on Harold’s shoulder. “Yep. Sure did. Gave this guy his Christmas gift. In his dreams.” She says. Harold looks at her, shocked. “Mhmm, Yep. I can tell by how you’re acting. You dreamt of me. Loser.” She says, laughing as she walks away. Harold just stares at her in disbelief. Lucy sits down in a chair and looks around. “Why the weird looks? Did something happen?” She asks. Frost clears his throat. “We got a phone call this morning, and… here, I’ll just play it,” he says, reaching for a phone. He hits the voicemail button and a familiar voice plays. “So, you dumbasses really thought I died in that fire? Or from that gunshot? Please. You don’t know me. Now, listen to me, and listen closely. I’m far from dead, and I’ll be back in MY city soon. When I am, prepare yourselves for complete annihilation. Harold, I expected better from you. Working with Demons? Pathetic. See you race traitors later.” The voicemail ends there. “Who was that?” Gears asks. Harold looks up from the phone ominously. “Dragon,” he says angrily.
Plan B-
Neo Wolfrun, 1990-
Dragon sits alone in his office, waiting. He glances over at the windows. Then to the door. Under the desk, and behind the cabinet. He takes a deep breath and leans back down in his chair. A gentle knock at his door causes him to jump. “Ah! Come in, please.” He says. The door opens slowly, and Alex walks in. “Heya, Boss. Ready for the next interview?” He asks, holding up his microphone. Dragon nods, looking around nervously. Alex looks at him worriedly. “You okay?” He asks. Dragon swallows, and nods. “Yeah, just feeling a bit under the weather…” He says, adjusting his tie. Alex nods. “Alright, well, let’s get started then.” He says while plugging in his microphone. Alex clears his throat. “We here at the People’s Institution of News would like to ask a few questions. Are you ready for the first one?” He asks. Dragon nods. Alex continues. “So, we’re noticing several more armed soldiers roaming around major cities around the United States. They seem to be eyeing down Demons just living their daily lives. Why are they focusing on the new kids on the block?” He asks. Dragon clears his throat. “Those soldiers are keeping an eye on them for their own good. Several other people believe them to simply be waiting for some kind of sign to attack. The people need to take solace in this fact. What happened in Saint Louis in 1971 was a tragedy, no denying it. An innocent man was murdered by a Demon who still runs at large, and a man was taken by another. These soldiers prevent that from happening again.” Dragon says firmly. Alex nods. “Good answer, are you ready for the next one?” He asks. Dragon gives a thumbs up. “Awesome. So, what do you plan to do if you win the election in 1992? Not just your policies, but what can you do that the other candidates can’t?” Alex asks, pointing the microphone towards Dragon. “I plan on spending more on our children. The kids are the future, and if they can learn about the paranormal and supernatural, they can better understand and in time combat it. Less money developing weapons, as I have a personal team working on that.” Dragon explains. Alex turns the microphone back towards himself. “You want child soldiers? That’s unethical, to say the least.” He adds. Dragon shakes his head. “No, no. I don’t want children fighting in old men’s wars. I want them to understand what they might have to deal with in time. Any new advancement in our technology and people has flaws and exploitable systems. I just want the kids to know what they might have to fight one day. It’s the same logic as firearm safety.” Dragon says. “Okay, so here’s one of the last questions: How do you look so young after ten years? Oh, and while we’re on that subject, how’d you survive that fire that consumed the Division 18 Corporate Office back in New York?” He asks. A pit forms in Dragon’s stomach, and he squirms in his seat ever so slightly. “Well, I was in my office on the top floor, and when the fire started, I made my way to the roof. Then I somehow found the strength and courage to jump over the alleyway and make it to the next-door rooftop. Nothing super crazy, I know. Just Human survival instinct.” He says sheepishly. Alex nods and smiles. “Sounds believable, but here’s my issue. I hear rumors that your subordinate, Michael Brenner, was supposedly working on a regenerative serum using Angel blood. What was her name again? I forgot all their names… Azrael? No, not her. OH! Seriph. You’re using Seriph’s blood to stay young. Is this true?” Alex asks, brushing his brown hair out of his eyes. Dragon looks shocked, and he stiffens in his seat. “H-How did you…” He stammers, scared. Alex chuckles and stands up. “Please, David. The Institute sees all. I promise.” He says, his blue eyes lighting up. Dragon looks around frantically. “Who sent you? Was it Bright? Lucy?” he asks. Alex laughs. “Nobody sent me. And if I recall correctly, you are a quote ‘man of prestige’, right? How about using MY title from now on, David?” Alex asks. Dragon nods, nervous. “What is it?” He asks. Alex laughs. “The Director. Now, I like your plan for America. How about we strike a deal?” The Director asks, his eyes glowing brightly.
Under The Weather-
Neo Wolfrun, 1993-
After a couple of years of waiting in anticipation for Dragon’s next move, the group gathers at the table in their HQ. “You’re starting a revolution? You?” Harold asks Lucy, who’s sitting at the table. Gears, sitting next to her, chuckles. “Against the whole Government? Really?” He adds. Lucy frowns. “Not the whole damn Government, dipshits. Just Dragon. The whole Government doesn’t care about us, just him.” She says. Frost sits down at the table with a slice of pizza on a plate. “You sure? I thought I heard something about Bill Clinton not liking y’all…” He says, taking a bite of the slice. He drops it on the plate and wafts air toward his mouth, the pizza’s surface still smoking. “Shut the fuck up, Frost,” Lucy says. Frost shrugs, and takes another bite after blowing some cool air on the slice. Gears reaches for his radio. “Vincent has been using his detective skills and has been snooping on our main man. Apparently, he’s preparing to give out the kill order soon. Probably in around a year or so.” Gears says, tuning the radio. Vincent’s voice slowly emerges from the static, and he sounds frantic. “Guys… happening… out early…” The radio crackles. Harold leans in, his interest piqued. “Fix it now, hurry up!” Harold says. Gears smacks the side of the radio, and the message is clear. “Guys, something’s happening. He’s given the order out early!” Vincent shouts. Harold and Frost jump up. “Shit!” He exclaims, rushing for the door. He grabs his shotgun, with Gears and Frost following closely behind. Lucy feels a strange sense wash over her. She’s scared.
Civil War-
Neo Wolfrun, 1993-
Harold, Frost, Gears, and Lucy run through the streets of Wolfrun, where Division 18 Soldiers are slaughtering Demonic citizens. Harold looks over to the radio tower atop the Division 18 HQ, and it explodes. “Thank God Vincent made it… at least the signal won’t leave this city.” He says with a sigh of relief. A Soldier spots Lucy and approaches. “YOU! Stop!” He orders, his gun aimed up. Lucy, Gears, and Frost raise their hands, but Harold stands still. “Put your hands up NOW!” The Soldier shouts, and Harold starts to walk towards him. “Last warning!” The Soldier shouts. Harold marches towards him still, his face stone cold. The Soldier fires at him, and the bullet hits Harold’s heart. He marches on, his amulet glowing as it heals him. He makes his way up to the Soldier and grabs his gun. Harold tosses the Soldier’s gun aside and grabs him by the neck. Harold’s amulet glows brighter, and he snaps the Soldier’s neck with one hand. “Harold!” Frost shouts. Harold snaps out of the trance he was in and looks down in horror. “W-What did I… do?” He asks, backing away. He shakes his head. “No… no time to focus on this… Let’s move out!” he says, heading down the street. Lucy and Frost share a worried look and follow him. Gears falls behind and decides to meet up with Vincent.
The Monster In The Dark-
Neo Wolfrun, 1993-
Gears runs down the street, gunfire hot on his heels. He runs around a corner and slams right into Vincent, who’s running from a similar scenario. “Fancy meeting you here…” Vincent says. Gears laughs. “Yeah, you too.” He replies. The duo prepares for a standoff but nobody comes. The Soldiers seem to be running in the opposite direction. “Wonder what that’s about?” Vincent asks. A low growl echoes down the alleyway, and both of the men turn to face the source of the noise. A strange figure crawls on the wall, blood dripping from the mass of limbs and appendages. “What the fuck is that…?” Vincent asks. Gears can feel a pit form in his stomach. “We were working on a new stage of… something. We discovered a virus that acts similar to Ophiocordyceps… but it focused on mammals and the like, not just plants and insects. It eventually infected some small animals, and one of them bit a researcher…” Gears explains, slowly backing away from the mass of flesh creeping towards them. Vincent looks over at Gears. “What happened to him?” He asks. Gears swallows his fear. “Well, he died. And came back… after some ‘evolution’... well…” he says, glancing back up at the monster. “That’s him.” He says. Vincent watches as the monster enters the light of a nearby streetlight. It has several arms, seemingly 5. The monster has three legs, and its head is upside down. “What the fuck is it?” He asks, reaching for his gun. Gears doesn’t break eye contact with it. “Exquisite Corpse. Takes a part of its victims like a trophy.” He says. The Exquisite Corpse lunges at the two men, and a gunshot echoes down the alleyway. Gears quickly turns to find the shooter. “RUN!” The man shouts. The Exquisite Corpse jumps up and skitters towards the shooter. It climbs the wall and jumps over the edge onto the roof. Gears grabs Vincent’s arm and pulls. The two men run as the man’s screams follow them. Vincent turns back and catches a glimpse of the Exquisite Corpse ripping the man’s leg off. It holds the appendage up to the other three, and the leg fuses to its body with a sickening crunch.
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Earn The Right-
Neo Wolfrun, 1993-
Harold, Lucy, and Frost arrive at the HQ, the nine-story building scraping the skyline. “Frost, you stay here to defend us as we storm the tower. Vincent and Gears should be here to back you up shortly, I already contacted them. Lucy, with me.” Harold says. Frost nods. “Good luck, Sir.” He says. Harold pats Frost on the back. “You too.” He says, heading inside. Lucy stares at Frost for a moment and follows Harold inside. Frost takes a deep breath and loads the light machine gun set up behind the sandbags. After a few moments of silence, Demons charge the building. Frost raises his hands to signal them to stop, and to his surprise they do. “Wait! I’m on your side. Harold Bright and Lucy Daemon are inside right now! We need to defend this door so reinforcements can follow them!” He exclaims. A Demon steps forward. “Why should we trust you?” He asks. Frost slaps the top of the LMG. “Because if I wasn’t on your side, this would be smoking already.” He says. The Demon nods and turns around. “We must defend this Human and this tower!” he calls out. The Demons cheer and applaud, arming themselves with spears, swords, and guns taken from fallen Division 18 Soldiers. “OH! Two more people are coming to help me, please don’t kill them!” He asks. The Demon nods. “Just let me know when they appear and we’ll stand down, Human.” He says. Frost smiles. “Thank you, I will.” He says. A few minutes pass, and Frost jumps up. “That’s them!” He exclaims. The Demon slams his spear into the ground and shouts. “LET THEM PASS!” The crowd of Demons splits while Vincent and Gears rush through. “Frost! The Exquisite Corpse is free!” Gears calls out. Frost’s smile drops instantly. “Fuck.” He says. The Exquisite Corpse crawls over a building, now with four legs. “Kill that thing!” He shouts. The Demons attack, but a spray of gunfire mows down several. Division 18 helicopters hover overhead firing into the crowd, and the Exquisite Corpse takes this opportunity to attach more limbs to itself. “God fucking damn it,” Vincent says.
Dragon’s End?-
Wolfrun, 1993-
After fighting up the tower, Lucy and Harold prepare themselves outside of Dragon’s office. “You ready?” Harold asks. Lucy nods, and the two kick down his door. Dragon stands at the window, his back turned and a phone up to his ear. “Oh? Hang on, Sir. I have visitors.” He says, setting the phone down. “What do you cretins want now?” He asks. Harold draws a pistol, pulling back the hammer with his thumb. “We want you dead, and I want my company back,” Harold says. Dragon laughs. “Well, I’m sorry to say you won’t be getting either of those. In fact, Division 18 is set to be absolved for this incident. Genocide doesn’t look good for the shareholders if you even have them. Last time I checked, Division 18 was funded by taxes from the US Government and my funding. The people don’t like murder, Harold.” Dragon says smugly. Harold’s finger inches closer to the trigger, and Dragon holds up a finger. “I’m not done. In the event my heart stops, I have a bomb set to detonate at the Water Treatment Facility. Doctor Brenner, before you murdered him, was working on a virus. This virus is interesting, as it revives people and turns them into weapons. If one of the weapons bites you? You join the ranks. If you die while the virus is in your system? You join the ranks. If even a heart attack kills you, or some other natural death? You join the ranks.” He says, smiling devilishly. Lucy’s face grows worried. “Hey, Harold? Can we talk about this? We don’t need a whole other issue atop the genocide…” She says. Dragon chuckles. “You really think I wanted Demons to die? No, there’s no point in that. Now, if I were to invest in Omega’s research in infecting Demons with this Virus… that would be perfect. Natural hunters, infecting citizens of countries or armies against the United States? Sign me and the Secretary of Defense up!” he says, laughing. Harold, the gun not moving, slowly reaches his other hand to his waist. He grabs the radio and calls Frost. “Frost, I need confirmation on a bomb in the Wolfrun Water Treatment Facility.” He says. Dragon waits in anticipation, and eventually, Frost’s voice responds. “We’re dealing with an Exquisite Corpse out here, Harold! We can’t!” He shouts, the radio falling silent. Dragon smiles. “Now you need to use faith. Do you trust me and my dead man’s switch? Or will you call my bluff?” He asks smugly. “Harold…” Lucy starts, but Harold grabs the gun with his other hand. “I call your bluff, Dragon.” He says, shooting Dragon in the head. The second the Senator’s body hits the floor, the Water Treatment Facility across town rumbles. An explosion follows the bright flash lighting up the night. “FUCK!” Harold shouts, rushing out of the office. Lucy waits a moment, noticing that Dragon is still moving slightly. She walks up and notices the black liquid healing the wound on his forehead. “Shit…” She says, chasing Harold out of the room.
The Wolfrun Incident-
Wolfrun, 1993-
Harold meets up with Frost, Gears, and Vincent. Lucy appears shortly after. “Fucker wasn’t bluffing. He blew up the damn Water Treatment Facility.” Harold exclaims. He grabs the radio once again and tunes it to the Division 18 Military Frequency. “Listen up, this is Doctor Harold Bright. Dragon and Brenner are dead. I’m the boss. I need every gun to fire at The Exquisite Corpse, and I need someone to contact the National Guard. Tell them ‘Threat Level Midnight.’ DO IT NOW!” He shouts, rushing for a nearby car. The group follows, and the radio sparks to life. “Why should we listen to you?” A voice responds. Harold growls in anger. “Because I’m the fucking founder of this company, and Dragon unleashed Pathogen 001 into the damn water supply!” He says. Silence. Eventually, one of the helicopters above Wolfrun flies away from the town. “Yes, Sir.” The voice responds. Harold sighs and floors it towards the center of town.
Arriving at Wolfrun’s Town Square, he finds a horde of Undead swarming the streets. “God damn it,” He says, parking the car. Gears looks at him with fear. “Why’d you stop?” He asks.
“Because we can’t drive through them. We need to go around.” He says. Frost climbs out of the car. “I think we can use the roofs. There’s a fire escape over there-” He says, pointing. “-And we can use the roofs of the strip mall to make it around this horde.” He says. Lucy shakes her head. “Sorry, I’m missing something. What are we even trying to reach?” She asks. Harold opens his car door and gets out. “Division 18 has a secret base built under the Nyte Lyfe Department Store. A helicopter sits on the roof, unbeknown to the general population. Also soldiers and researchers without proper clearance. We’re getting out of this town, since by now I’m positive the National Guard has isolated the city.” He says. Lucy shrugs. “Sounds like a good enough plan for me. Let’s get to it.” She says. Vincent is the last out of the car, and he grabs his shotgun. “Let’s rock and roll.” He says, loading it. Harold smiles and starts running for the fire escape. The group starts to climb, but Gears drops his gun. It lands in the cement below them with a loud, dull thud. The horde hears this and starts chasing them up the fire escape, funneling in the bottom and spilling back into itself as too many Zombies try to climb together. “Shit!” Gears shouts, and the group rushes up the fire escape faster. Eventually, they all make it to the roof, and they use some debris to block off the entrance. Harold takes a sigh of relief, and the group slowly starts across the rooftop. “So, why not just convince the National Guard to let us leave?” Lucy asks. Harold looks over the edge of the roof, the horde still swarming beneath them. “Because no matter what we say, they’ll think we’re infected,” he says, jumping across a small gap between the buildings. Gears and Frost follow, but Vincent hangs back. “But aren’t we?” He asks. Harold stops. “No, the Pathogen isn’t airborne. We’re fine as long as we don’t get bit or drink the water” He says reassuringly. “Is there a cure?” Vincent follows up. Harold stops for a moment and thinks to himself. “Yeah, but I can’t tell you the name. It’s… classified.” He says, marching on. Vincent nods and jumps across the gap. Lucy can’t help but feel as though Harold isn’t telling the whole truth.
Finally going around the horde, the group of five approach the Nyte Lyfe Department Store. “What a beaut.” Frost remarks, the purple and blue neon lights glowing against the now torrential downpour. Harold checks the front door, finding it locked. He kicks in the nearby window and the alarm inside is tripped. “Well, hope the cops don’t come for us.” He says, laughing to himself as he enters the store. Lucy, Frost, and Gears follow. Vincent lags behind, examining a corpse. “Hold on, this one’s old…” he says, catching Lucy’s attention. “Yeah? Is the fact it’s almost a fucking skeleton giving you a hint?” She asks. Vincent rolls his eyes. He leans down, moving the corpse's head with the barrel of his gun. “No… it looks like it was dead BEFORE the outbreak. By a few weeks at least.” He says, standing up. The corpse suddenly jumps to life, biting Vincent in the leg “OW! Fuck!” he says, shooting the corpse in the head. It falls to the ground, dead yet again. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck…” Vincent says quietly, examining the bite wound on his leg. Gears and Frost slowly start backing away, and Harold has a sad look on his face. Vincent suddenly grows angry. “You said there’s a cure, right? Where is it? We’re at your secret facility, go get it!” He shouts. Harold sighs. “I did say there was a cure, yes. I didn’t tell you because I never thought we’d need it.” He says. Vincent waves his arms around sporadically. “Well? What is it-” he’s cut off by a loud bang. Harold’s gun smokes, and Vincent falls to the ground dead. “WHAT THE FUCK!?” Lucy screams, grabbing his gun. Harold just looks down at the body. “Sorry, Vin.” He says, turning away. “Why’d you do that?” Frost asks. Harold looks back at him. “Because the only cure we could find is hot lead,” he answers, venturing inside the facility. Lucy, Frost, and Gears all stare down at Vincent’s body as the tornado sirens around Wolfrun whirr to life. “What the hell?” Gears asks, venturing inside. Frost and Lucy follow, climbing up the stairs to the roof. Harold sits inside a helicopter, prepping for takeoff. “We expecting a tornado?” Frost asks while climbing inside. Gears and Lucy join him and the helicopter takes off. She can swear she saw Dragon at the helipad waving at them as they flew off. After a short while, Harold speaks up. “No tornadoes.” He says. Lucy looks over at him suspiciously. “Then why the sirens?” She asks. Her answer doesn’t take too long, as a blinding flash erupts behind the helicopter. Lucy opens her eyes to find a mushroom cloud rising from where Wolfrun’s skyscrapers once stood. Harold continues a moment later. “Threat Level Midnight. The event of an apocalyptic scenario which any failsafe can’t contain or correct. Nuclear detonation.” He says solemnly. Lucy watches the mushroom cloud rise on the horizon. “Nuclear detonation? What’s that?” She asks. Frost rests a hand on her shoulder. “Splitting an atom causes immense heat and pressure, eventually releasing in a devastating explosion. The bomb itself has chemicals inside that irradiate the surrounding area. It’s typically the last resort.” He explains. “But… how do you have them, Bright?” She asks angrily. Harold watches the rain fall. “Operation Scorched Earth. Space Station in orbit above Earth with missiles aimed at the surface of every major continent, some nuclear, some not.” He says coldly. The ride away from Wolfrun is quiet after that, and Lucy worries about Bright’s sanity as they fly away.
American Address-
Washington DC, 1993-
“My name is Harold Bright. I’m the founder and CEO of Division 18, the paramilitary and research organization group focused on understanding and stopping supernatural and divine threats. Recently, the city of Wolfrun experienced a massive Outbreak unable to be contained by our forces. Thus, we had no other choice but to eradicate the threat by detonating the thermonuclear warhead within the city, destroying it entirely.” He says sadly, looking down at the podium. He takes a deep breath. “This was not an accident. Former Senator of Colorado David Dragon used his own organization, The Omega Corporation, to detonate a bomb within the Water Treatment Facility, polluting the population with an… unknown pathogen. The civilians were turned into weapons, capable of infecting anyone with a simple bite. Real-life Zombies.” He explains, the flashes from the cameras in the crowd almost blinding him. He has flashbacks of the nuclear explosion and shakes his head. “This intentional attack was done to frame us and ensure that America believes it doesn’t need us. Instead, all he did was show you that you DO need us. More than ever.” He says firmly. “So, America, I ask this of you. Treat your Demonic neighbors with respect, and report any biohazardous mutations to your local authorities. Once again, I am Doctor Harold Bright. I own Division 18, and I give you, America, my word. This. Won’t. Happen. Again.” He says, stepping away from the podium. As he walks away, Lucy catches up with him. “Why’d you lie about the incident?” She whispers aggressively. Harold leans over while they walk. “Because if America knew Dragon was head of Division 18 during that time, they’ll believe we did it ourselves,” he responds. Lucy raises an eyebrow. “But wasn’t it our scientists that made the virus? And you say we didn’t do it?” She asks. Harold winks at her. “Not in their eyes,” He says, walking ahead. He comes up to a pair of doors, and he turns to face Lucy head-on. “Now, I have a very important interview. Go meet up with Frost and Gears to discuss our next move, okay?” He asks. Lucy rolls her eyes. “Whatever, Bright.” She says, storming off. Harold opens the door, and a man sits at a table across from him. “Doctor Harold Bright?” He asks, brushing the brown hair out of his face. Harold nods. “Yep, that’s me. What did you want to talk about?” He asks, sitting down. The man smiles. “I’m Alexander Philips, a reporter for The People’s Institution of News. I have a few questions to ask.” He says, his blue eyes shining in the sunlight.