The Outfit

The city was in turmoil. The virus had spread like wildfire, and the once-great metropolis had descended into chaos. The collapse of order was imminent, and Silas Calderon knew it. He had always harbored suspicions about ChimeraCorp, and now, he saw their incompetence firsthand. The company that had once promised to bring prosperity to the city had failed in its duty to protect its citizens. And now, as the virus ravaged the population, Silas was determined to be ready for the worst.

Silas had always been a man of few words. He distrusted authority and kept to himself. But he had a small network of arms and drug dealers over the past years before the fall, mostly those who cooked up a new substance called "Blue Wave." There were rumors that the recipe for this drug came from the lab, leaving Silas skeptical. But he saw the potential for profit and power in this new product, and he wasn't one to let a good opportunity pass him by.

As the virus spread and chaos erupted in the city, Silas was well-prepared. He had stockpiled supplies and weapons, and he wasn't nearly as quiet about it as he should have been. But he was confident in his ability to protect himself and his family.

However, during the first days of the fallout, an arms dealer Silas had dealt with on a few occasions decided to take it upon himself to confiscate Silas's supplies. They caught Silas off-guard while he was sleeping, and began torturing him in an attempt to get information about his stash. But they had underestimated Silas's resilience, and when his sons Darian and Soren returned home and discovered what was happening, they didn't hesitate to take matters into their own hands. The basement was redecorated with the blood and gore of their assailants, and Silas knew it was time to take action.

It was then that Silas decided to form the Outfit, with what few were left of his gang, his sons, and a few useful contacts he had made over the years. He knew that they needed to band together if they were going to survive in this new world, and he saw the potential for even greater power and influence.

The Outfit grew quickly, drawing in those who were willing to do whatever it took to survive in this new world. They took control of the territory and began to establish themselves as a force to be reckoned with. Silas saw himself as the leader, the mastermind behind their every move.
Darian was the muscle, always looking for the next thrill. He had a violent streak that made even Silas uneasy at times. But his lack of empathy made him a valuable asset in the Outfit's more ruthless endeavors. He was the one who devised their most brutal tactics, and he reveled in the chaos and destruction they caused.

Soren, on the other hand, was more calculating. He had a narcissistic streak that made him believe he was always the smartest person in the room. He was the one who handled the Outfit's finances, using his charm and wit to manipulate anyone who crossed their path. He was always looking for ways to expand their influence and increase their profits.

The Calderon family were not ones to back down from a fight. They were ruthless in their tactics, using fear and intimidation to retain control. Silas knew that the key to surviving in this new world was power and influence. And to achieve that, the Outfit needed access to the latest technology and weapons. He was convinced that ChimeraCorp's laboratory held the key to their success. But breaking into one of the most secure facilities in the world was no easy task. He knew that in order to take down ChimeraCorp, they needed to be patient and bide their time.

In the early days of the ChimeraCorp Laboratories, hope and innovation were the buzzwords of the day. The company's founders hailed as visionaries, sought to revolutionize the medical field and bring an end to the suffering caused by diseases that had plagued humanity for centuries. Their research led them down the path of genetic manipulation, splicing genes from different animals to create new life forms that could be used for medical purposes. But what started as a noble cause soon turned into a descent into madness.

The scientists who worked for the ChimeraCorp became obsessed with their work, their moral compasses twisted by the lure of discovery and power. They experimented on their own kind, kidnapping people off the streets and subjecting them to horrific procedures that left them broken and mutated.

It wasn't until a whistleblower attempted to expose their secrets that ChimeraCorp's reign of terror was threatened. They tried to silence the whistleblower, but a tragic accident led to the damning evidence being lost forever, by it tragically being dropped into the city's water supply.

It started with the house pets, once beloved companions turned into feral beasts that roamed the streets. The birds were next, growing larger and more aggressive, feeding on human flesh. Then the wild animals started to change, too, becoming twisted and monstrous.
The city was quickly overrun, and the ChimeraCorp was forced to quarantine itself behind the walls of its laboratory. They had created a monster, and now they were trapped with it.

But this was only the beginning of their sins. Inside the lab, they continued their experiments, pushing the boundaries of science and ethics. They started splicing human genes with animal DNA, creating horrific abominations that had no place in the world.

The world outside the lab had descended into chaos, with survivors struggling to eke out a living in a world overrun by monsters. But the ChimeraCorp remained isolated, protected by their walls and their loyal employees who believed in their cause.

And still, the ChimeraCorp persisted. They continued their experiments, creating new and terrifying creatures that roamed the halls of their laboratory. Their goal was no longer to save humanity, but to become gods, manipulating life itself to their will.

The Outfit's Compound stood as a testament to the human desire for survival in a world gone mad. The main complex was an old apartment building, its walls pockmarked with bullet holes and its windows boarded up with rough-hewn planks of wood. But inside, it was a different story. The Outfit had made this place their own, transforming it into a fortress against the chaos and danger that lay beyond its walls.

The entrance to the compound was guarded by a pair of armed sentries, who watched with sharp eyes as people came and went. Beyond the gate was a courtyard, its cracked pavement scattered with debris and broken glass. A few benches and tables had been salvaged from somewhere and set up under the shade of a gnarled old tree, providing a space for the Outfit's members to gather and talk.
The apartment complex was a maze of hallways and rooms, the walls plastered with layers of graffiti and posters advertising various drugs and weapons. The main facility was located on the ground floor, where the Outfit had set up a storage area for their supplies and weapons. Crates of ammunition and rations were stacked high against the walls, while rows of rifles and handguns hung from makeshift racks.

But the heart of the complex lay deeper, down in the basement. Here, the Outfit had turned it into a laboratory and makeshift medbay. Consisting of equipment that had once belonged to ChimeraCorp, turning it into a space for their own experiments and research.

Silas's house was located behind the main complex, a ramshackle building with a yard cluttered with debris and scrap metal. Despite its outward appearance, it was clear that Silas took pride in his home, as evidenced by the small garden he had managed to cultivate in the back. The house was well-fortified, with barricades and traps set up around the perimeter to deter any potential attackers. It too had a large basement that few were ever allowed into.

Soren and Darian's house was located down the street from the main complex, a small single-story building with a patchy roof and peeling paint. The brothers shared the space, each claiming a small room of their own. The interior was sparsely furnished with mostly what was left behind from the previous tenants, but it was clear that Soren had put a lot of thought into the layout, with each item of furniture placed just so for maximum efficiency.

Some of the other houses in the area were occupied by other members of the Outfit, who had staked their claim on the abandoned buildings and made them their own. Others lay empty, their doors and windows boarded up to keep out the danger that lurked in the streets.

Despite its rough exterior, the Outfit's Compound was a well-oiled machine, with each member contributing their skills and knowledge to keep the organization running smoothly. The bond between them was strong, forged by the hardships they had faced together and the knowledge that they could trust each other with their lives. And as they looked out over the city beyond their walls, they knew that they were prepared for whatever came next.