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Sub-boards: HUMANS?, ANGELS, DEMONS, FEY, HEARTBREAKERS, WEREANIMALS, DRAGONKIN, OTHER

A hospital is one of the most important things a post-apocalyptic city could have. Injured and sick are brought in most hours of the day. It's easy to get hurt these days, and not just from attacks; just going out to scavenge for more food is dangerous with all the unsteady buildings, glass, piles of rubble and so forth. Lots of people with broken bones end up finding their way here.

However, the bedside manner isn't nearly as nice as it was when the doctors were being paid for it. Don't yell at the nurses, because they'll yell back and you won't be getting that lemonade and jello. Merciless Hospital is what used to be a shorter skyscraper that served as a hotel that came out of the apocalypse pretty well-intact and was renamed with a sense of humor. Hospital equipment was transferred to it from wherever it could be found.

Union Station, also known as The Mortal Section, is inhabited strictly by humans. The station was, at one point, a working rail line, and though the line is still there, the cars are used as homes, restaurants, and stores. Humans are fickle creatures, compared to their demon and monster counterparts, while you may find demons ambling around in other parts of the city, you will never find one near Union Station, nor will you typically find any humans outside the Station's security. It might take them some time to get used to their new neighbors, but currently, they are content being left alone.

The building of the original Union Station was uprooted during an earth quake, and literally slid down a hill, intact, to the bottom, most eastern section of Chicago. High, barbed wire, fences surround most of Union Station, and what's left on the outside is usually guarded by the toughest people around. Above ground there are not many buildings inhabited by the locals, but there are a few places one can venture into, here and there.

Is literally a rising hill at the northern most part of Chicago. having risen during the latest of earth shakes, Demonn's Rise became the local hot spot for demons and a few monsters to hang out. They prefer to be able to look out over their victims neighbors and know everything and anything about... Well, everything. They are quite nosy, and pretty scary if you end up walking through their homes.

Being as un-modest as possible, these guys go all out to make, and have the biggest and the best, regardless if what they have works or is even intact. They also like shiny things, coveting everything they find interesting in trade, Demon's Rise tends to appear like a run-down and post-apocalyptic Las Vegas. Glitz, and glam, and... Well, demons.

Looking for a party? Need to get a bit naughty? Need some drugs, alcohol, or paraphernalia of any type? You've come to the right place. District 13 is home to the Heartbreakers. Anyone is more then welcome to walk through, but there's no guarantee you'll come back out.

The entire district is made of clubs, bars, empty hotels and large buildings where Heartbreakers of all ages make their mark in shady corners and under the strobe lights on the dance floor. You can find most any sinful thing here, and they are more than willing to share as long as you are.

Old Town is the only part of the city that actually stayed intact since the beginning. Here anyone and everyone is welcome, as long as you keep it cool. There are no restrictions on breeds, types, or who you think your daddy is, but more often than not you'll find more fallen angels, wereanimals and fey than demons and humans. Located in the southernmost part of Chicago, and a little higher up then The Quarters and Union Station, these guys have a nice view of the desert land outside the city. They also usually know who's coming through the gates before anyone else.

Lincoln Park zoo was once a bustling place filled with cotton candy vendors and small children. Now, it's still bustling with the living, but instead of a tourist attraction, it has become a gigantic stable. At one point, animal rights activists would try to get the animals out of the cages; now, they're trying to keep them in.

Any and all species are allowed here, as this is where pets that can't be easily kept are housed. Horses, dogs, cats- and of course the animals that started out in the zoo in the first place. Wereanimals can be found around here often, as they like to visit their debatably more feral counterparts.

Since the production of nonperishable foods has come to a grinding halt, it has become necessary to rely on other sources to provide food. The Greenhouse District is where Millennium Park once stood and roughly constructed greenhouses have been put up. They are constantly tended, mostly by humans, and also equipped with heaters and humidifiers and working hoses. Nobody can afford for winter to hold up food production yet.

In a small corner of the Greenhouse District is another building that seems even more well-taken care of than the others. This building is the herb garden and doctors frequent it for medicinal plants to treat their patients with.

Anything south, north, east, west, under, over, near, or far from Chicago is nothing more then desert, desert, desert, except for the now-salty Lake Michigan. And we're not talking the kind of desert with two s's that keeps your tummies cool in the summer time. We're talking about a hot, dusty, cloudless terrain for nothing but hundreds of miles. Nothing green to provide shade or shelter, and the only friendly face you'll find is in the mirages that pester you into insanity.

It's a loveless place and no one will be there to offer help. You're on your own until you're lucky enough to find some run down building, or a group of large boulders placed awkwardly and haphazardly in random places. Don't worry though. If you don't die from starvation or dehydration, the creatures that stalk the night will be there to eat you.

So occasionally you might stumble upon another city, town or house out in the middle of nowhere that hasn't been plundered by nature or overrun by PMS'ing zombies. These places are few and far between and usually don't accept outsiders willingly. They are the surviving bits of that region, the only salvageable memories that people can cling to. Unlike Chicago, they are completely unprotected by anything supernatural. They are lawless bits of land, and they don't believe in courtesy.

These places have intact houses, buildings, and fences. Green is hard to come by, but a few places might have an herb garden or spots of grass. For the most part they seem out of place in the middle of the desert. Barbed wiring over the fences, bars over the windows- some of them completely boarded up. You can also bet that there is a lovely, impenetrable little jail cell waiting for you somewhere in the compound.

Remember: never judge a city by its nutcases.

Ruins are just that: ruins. They're completely and utterly destroyed cities and national monuments that appear as nothing more then rubble and slabs of rock sticking out of the desert, but don't think that these places are completely useless. Most have excellent hiding spots, camping spots, and possibly even a preferable living space (if you don't like staying with actual people, or if you hate the travel time from place to place). Ruins are usually over-run with parasites, mutants, zombies, devils and other creatures that have been turned deranged by the desert heat.

When spotting a ruin, make sure you inspect the entire area and look for signs of occupants or previous owners. If something starts chewing on your leg; run. Ruins that haven't been claimed by things are usually taken by pirates and nomads. I wouldn't make a habit of living out in the open for too long, though. The desert heat may knock you on your ass during the day, but the desert cold at night can cause a lot more damage.

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