Dark, Sean, Flagg, and Jill had an easy time the rest of that day, as the streets within the "Neutral Zone" of the outpost remained surprisingly clear and easy to navigate. It was only four hours later that the main gate came upon the horizon, the groups moral picking up at the sight of it."First thing we are doing when we get there is getting me a beer."Mumbled Sean as they began to quicken their pace, the outpost waited.

They soon arrived within the everlasting twilight of the towering guard walls around the post, the decaying bodies of the last failed N4 attack littering the pavement and grass, the main gate standing before them in a stance of beaten iron triumph. Dark knew that his team was spotted by the perimeter sniper unit of the Outpost Guard long before they arrived, however he felt it customary to knock at the gigantic door. After the three beats of his fist Dark watched as a small slit opened in the door, a pair of tired green eyes looking out and giving Dark and his team a slight nod before the call of, "Get her open!" was heard in the distance. The sound of rust and dried blood creaking against each other filled the ears of the Dallbow team, but soon the gate was open, and they stepped inside the filthy soot laden haven.

Nastya's outpost had roughly 100,000 people of working age, which would be given away immediately as they made their way around the crammed alley ways and streets, going from stall to stall, and doing their daily business as though trying to forget the wasteland on the other side of those iron and concrete walls. Dark and his team moved swiftly through the streets, only stopping as they saw several of the Grey camo covered outpost guards holding back a swarming crowd of civilians, forming a circle around something Dark still failed to identify, "Hold on, I want to see what this is," Dark said as he approached the crowd.

Dark was able to get past the ring of guards with the simple flash of his badge, most of them already identifying him as a higher ranked solider. In the center of the circle was a man dressed in a gray wind coat, covering up the SA1 mesh that was standard of the OG, under which he wore a dirty purple shirt. His gray camo jeans were ragged and barley reached his military boots, a Spas 12 shotgun strapped over his shoulder. Dark identified him immediately as Commander Crynsos, and he was kneeling over a dead BD agent.

The Agent's face was completely obscured beneath a gas mask and black tinted goggles, his hair covered in a dented military helmet, the rest of his uniform, although completely covered in blood, was almost identical to the one worn by Mel, the agent he saw back in the city, except for a rainbow colored Z patched into the side of his right arm. Dark approached Crynsos, who looked at him approach and said, "Vora will have heads for this Dark, Z was one of his best men and by these katana marks, and whoever did him in was an AD professional." Dark nodded, watching as Cryn ran his gray fingerless gloves over Z's wounds, and nodding saying, "Defiantly a katana...."

It was then that Dark noticed the crowd had disappeared, and standing in their place was three BD agents, all identical in armor and shape, being lead by a man in tight black pants, a black leather trench coat covering a simple black t shirt. His hair was jet black, save for the brown tips, and he sported M60 machine gun over his shoulder, as he smiled approaching the line of OG soldiers, each aiming at his chest. Crynsos made a gesture and the OG soldiers parted, allowing the man to enter and approach his dead comrade, having the three agents pick him up and carry his body away. The man then approached Crynsos, despite the obvious cocking of the OG soldiers preparing their Fort 500 shotguns. "There will be blood for this...." Whispered the man in Crynsos's ear, in turn Crynsos nodded and said, "I know Blaqk." And watched as Blaqk turned around and walked with his agents out of site."Shows over..." Mumbled Crynsos as he and his men left.

It didn't take long for Dark and his team to arrive at the DPD outpost barracks, watching as two men awaited them outside, one who was named Sam, who served as a CB technician for the Dallbow unit and a part time merchant, wore a black long sleeve T shirt, blue jeans, work boots, a skull and cross bones bandanna over his medium brown hair, and an ever present SW 500 at his side. The other man was named Scott, and was sort of Dark's DPD representative while he was in the inner city. He wore the standard Dallbow Flak jacket over a blue t shirt, his gray camo pants covered in blood and gunpowder, his hair was dirty blond and still caked with dirt from an obvious shift in the last attack on the outpost, his HK 69 gripped in his hands. "Took your sweet time getting here," Scott said as he walked the group inside, pointing to each one's bed in the main barracks.Sean nodded to him and said, "Things still fucked up here as usual?" Scott laughed and replied, "Oh yeah. Neil has been talking about pushing up enforcement of no BD-AD hostilities in the outpost. Crazy shit like that war they have going on will get us all killed." Dark nodded and looked around Sam came inside and tossed them all cans of beer and said, "Yar, Jarki just sent me a message over the CB, the supplies are ready for pickup at the storage depot, and Mr. Yates is ready for your report whenever you get the chance. Dark nodded, and turned to the group saying, "Sorry but we can’t rest yet guys, Flagg, you and Jill will go get our supplies, Sean and I will go visit Neil." Without even a word, each member nodded and headed out the door towards their own destinations.

The food storage building was a rather large one story warehouse that was abandoned long before the outbreak began. Now it had two OG snipers on it at all times watching for anyone trying to steal the communal supplies. As Jill and Flagg approached they heard a laugh close by and looked to see that the source was a muscular, wide shouldered man, with shoulder length brown hair, dressed in the standard OG uniform, a USAS-12 in one hand, and a rusted claymore strapped across his back. Jill knew the man, and said with slight distaste in her voice, "Ryan." The man nodded and asked, "Dark talked to the walls much today?" "You’re never going to let him live that night down are you?" Replied Jill in response. Ryan looked up in thought for a few seconds before he smiled and said, "No, but you have to admit, Dark is hilarious when he gets drunk." Jill nodded out of honesty and began to continue onwards towards the storage building, Ryan following along, saying something about getting a sammich.

The door creaked open with a loud wood on metal sound, as Jill and Flagg stepped into the dimly lit warehouse, most of the make shift shelves already crammed slightly with food dragged in from the city. Sitting at a dusty desk was a short woman with tanish skin and deep brown hair, wearing the OG issue SA1 mesh over a tank top, both a Jericho 941 and a Km2000 combat knife strapped to the belt of her light brown khaki pants. She looked up and smiled at Flagg and said, "Hi Jill, your here for the DPD shipment right? Let me go find it for you so you guys can head out before it gets dark...." but was interrupted as Ryan entered chuckling as he said, "You forgot were you put the shipment? You would forget your logic if it wasn't attached." A long period of silence followed, before Jarki frowned and said, "Ha ha, no sandwich for you." Ryan looked taken aback but smiled some more as Jarki then handed Flagg a large burlap sack filled with freeze dried food and canned goods, and Jarki another sack filled with various ammunition. Both Jill and Flagg left just as Jarki and Ryan continued their conversation.

The base Neil Yates used for his command was a small apartment building, on slightly higher ground then most of the other buildings in the outpost. Dark and Sean were ushered inside and to the top story as soon as one of the OG posted out front noticed them. Now they stood outside Neil's room, waiting for the door to open, a sound similar to that of a blender in the background somewhere. A dead bolt was moved and the door was opened revealing the muscular medium sized man with short light brown hair, dressed casually in ripped jeans and a clean white t shirt that most people had come to worship as a god. He smiled at Dark and Sean and let them in, offering them both seats and glasses of a newly opened bottle of Red Wine, both Dark and Sean refused. "So what is going on out in Dallbow?" Neil asked as he poured himself a glass, listening intently as Dark said, "No large hordes have been infected, all fortifications are still optimal, and no movement into our territory by the BD or AD has been made. All I ask is that you give me a notice before you send looters my way next time." Neil gave a smirk and nodded before he said, "All right, looks like you boys are clear to go, have a nice trip back, and remember to CB me a message if anythi..." but was cut off. In the distance air raid sirens could be heard, as well as the CB radio in the background blaring, "Mr. Yates, this is Commander Crynsos, the interception teams have reported a medium horde heading your way, ETA is 10 minutes." Neil quickly ran to the closet of the room and pulled on a suit of ZXR-H armor, and a large, high caliber Dusk Enforcer model revolver. An outpost attack had just begun.