============================================================================================================ ============================================================================================================ A rumour travels up along the Missouri River, carried by desperate boaters and clever trade barges. The message is filled with despair, each word sowing more doubt into dream of rebuilding the crumbling nation. The rumour makes its way across the Ohio River and towards the north of Kentucky, reaching the ears of survivors in the Valley. The Big Easy has fallen, New Orleans is no more. At the beginning of the outbreak New Orleans was almost immediately fortified by the military. It’s surrounding swamplands alligator infested waters created a natural barrier against any exterior undead threats. Any infected would have to wallow through thick marshes before posing any true threat to the inhabitants of the city. Not to mention the sick also had to face alligators upon nearing any bogs. Because of all this, much of the state remained relatively unaffected by large hordes of undead. Despite this they were still plagued with initial eradication of any possible infectees. Hospitals were wiped of all patients and every doctor and nurse was thoroughly tested before being released back into society. With diligence the military was able to secure and protect those within the city lines. Barriers were erected along the roads leading into the safe one and patrols combed the surrounding marshlands. Most locals had never experienced the chaos unfolding across the other states in the union, the military instead kept them relatively uninformed aside from the few refugees that trickled in. For the next few months the inhabitants of New Orleans saw little misfortune. They received an almost constant flow of rations and supplies from armed forces on the West of the Mississippi. Orleans and the area surrounding it proved to be an invaluable location to thwart any pushes westward by the hordes of infected. The brackish waters that protected the survivors turned a tinge red as the military slaughtered infected that managed to wade their way close to the city perimeter through the swamps. Patrol parties saw few casualties while boating and were extremely effective with their makeshift lances. =================================== =================================== However. All things good things must come to an end. As spring settled across the United States, along with the Red Eye infection. The country was unaware of a significant threat, too focused on the sickness plaguing the land. A storm was raging through the Caribbean, ravaging island nations and picking up speed as it made its way towards mainland USA. Hurricane Sonny would make a sudden appearance in horizon of New Orleans, catching all of its peoples off guard. It wasn’t long before waves of ocean water pounded the shores and rainwater swelled at the levees. Within hours of the storms arrival the levees shattered at multiple points, sending waves crashing down upon the lowlands of Orleans. Animals and people alike were thrown into the current, homes and trees obliterated as the water steam rolled everything in its path. Weeks before this they had received heavy rains and snowmelt from the north which compounded the issue. Communication broke down as streets became canals and the red waters of the local marshes bled into the city. Panic ensued as they soon realized what this meant. The bloody waters infected those who were unfortunate enough to be fully submerged. Those who were previously rescued from the turbulent streams were almost immediately rounded up and executed to prevent a fully scale outbreak. Though this did little, as they were soon faced with starvation and dehydration. Most folks had held up in their homes and had little to no stockpiled food or water. Most of the food had remained tightly sealed in military supply depots scattered throughout the city. Of these caches most were unreachable due to the water and debris. The soldiers within the city were shattered, a majority of the officers fell to the floods. The higher ranking individuals managed to evacuate via helicopter just before the levees broke. In the end, those who didn’t die treading the deadly canals would likely die of hunger or thirst. =================================== =================================== Few managed to escape the storms wrath, most retreating further north or farther west. Tragedy had struck and Orleans had fallen.