43 Days After Missile Launch Sequence

The immediate vicinity was abandoned, though yelling, screaming, and gunshots could be heard in the far distance. The center of Los Angeles had been ground zero for one of the countless nukes launched, but once the dust settled the chaos had only begun. The rioting and looting was still in full swing, making the riots five years prior look like a church potluck. Once-normal civilians were learning to adapt to the survivalist mentality, since they quickly and (some tragically) learned they could not depend on the hope that everyone would choose the greater good over ruthless, unabashed selfishness.

Right now, there was one party who were not primarily concerned with securing their next meal, shelter, or weaponry. Instead, they quietly and calmly charged past the open gate and into the now-abandoned mental hospital. From the lack of human sounds inside, it was assumed the building was deserted. It could also be inferred that the inmates were willingly released, since there were no apparent signs of struggle.

The party of visitors consisted of what might be assumed to be either military or paramilitary members (or perhaps both). The leader, a man with a black tactical vest and a high-and-tight haircut, led the way to the records room.

Though the power was off, the room received some natural afternoon sunlight from a perpendicular hallway window. The leader waved his second-in-command toward the tall filing cabinet before stopping in front of a tall turnstile filled with videocassettes. Each were in clear cases with white labels on the spine, each label with a last name and first initial. It didn't take long for the leader to find and grab the one he wanted.