The Storm

The world is a dangerous place for the Storm. Hunted by the very government that created them, the nine surviving members are constantly on the run, masters of evasion and combat.
We live in a dilapidated house, staying low, hoping to not have to kill anyone. Even so, we all sleep with our weapons in our hands, and never properly unpack our bags.
The police and lower army can't track us, because they don't realize we exist, which is the only good luck we have, we all just hope each day we don't have to wake up to a smelly dead body lying next to us.
Without Voulge, we have lost. Most of us have given up hope, but I believe that if we find her, she will rejoin us and we will therefore be able to thrive, rather than just survive. Together, we are the oncoming storm.