Tifani Triumph: Military Years Part 1

"The government advises all citizens to lock their doors and remain indoors."

The mobs of radiated zombies wandering the streets make it unsafe to travel anywhere but a select few highways. Neighborhoods are scattered as nobody is willing to risk traveling just to visit with friends. The roads to and from local colleges are blocked. Your founder just barely made it back to the neighborhood.

Me:  Tifani, we need to talk.
Tifani:  Oh hey, yea sure just give me a few.  I need to say goodbye to Joshua!
Me: Tifani, hunnie before you head back I really need to talk to you.
Tifani:  Yea, yea I hear ya.
Me:  ...
Tifani:  *off making out with doo rag somewhere*

The 'home' Tifani returns to is NOT the home she left.  What was once vibrant and green, fresh water at the local lake for fishing and swimming, family farms for fresh produce...all gone.  Her family...gone.  The military have come in to help initially restore order.  There's a basic first aid station set up to help treat the sick and wounded as best as possible.  A soup kitchen is also available with a limited supply of packaged foods to help ease the tide of hungry and destitute.  But even these places aren't safe to visit alone, especially after dark.  Chaos reigns over the once serene neighborhood and it's up to Tifani to start the charge toward restoring that peacefulness.  With confusion and fear at the helm; and a one track mind toward doo rag; can Tifani overcome herself and successful restore her home or is it all doomed to fail?

Tifani:  Hey YOU!
Me:  Yes, dear?
Tifani:  Where am I?  This is not my home!
Me: I tried to warn you, this is your home. What's left of it.
Tifani:  This is most certainly not my home.  Wait, what do you mean you 'tried' to warn me?  Tried?  You could have tried harder!  Where is my family?
Me:  Those that could escaped. Hopefully your family made it out in time.  There's been a disaster.  Three nuclear power plants in the region went critical and melted down. Nothing is the same as when you left. But...
Tifani:  WHAT!?!  This you TRIED to tell me but didn't? Didn't try too hard did ya!
Me: It's going to be ok Tif.  We can do this. There's more I need to tell you but I'll wait until you are truly ready to listen.
Tifani:  More?  What more?
Me:  We can rebuild.  You can help start rebuilding.  There are three opportunities for you.  In order to secure the neighborhood and being to establish society again there is need for help with the military, medical or culinary.  Let me give you some information so you can make the best decision for yourself but also for your future.  Then let me know what you want to do, OK?

As you can probably tell, Tifani chose the military career route.  She very carefully made her way to the military outpost where she applied for the job.  By applied it was more like a pretty hardcore 'are you one of us or them' evaluation.  Mental and physical.  But she passed and is hired in as a Junior Officer.

Fancy House she has!

Check back again soon (Hopefully sooner than it took to get this installment out) to see how Tifani fairs in the military and whether she's got what it takes to begin again...