Antihero

Coldwater, Michigan. America. My home. Half the government is still trying to keep up the America the Founding Fathers created, but it's going to hell. Slums dominate the cities. There is no countryside left. The eastern seaboard is gone, swallowed up by the melting glaciers, Canada is threatening to take the northern states while Mexico bluffs on invading in the south. All while revolution stirs in the belly of it. The other half of the government has taken advantage of this, leeching off the chaos and plotting to overthrow this "democracy" once and for all. Where do I fit in, you ask? I am no one in their minds, but I am not harmless. It's all about the arms race again now, being the top dog even though everyone knows Norway has us under their thumb. Super soldiers are the hot new weapon, and I was the lab rat at eight years old. They've cut me up and put me back together, and then let me go, and that was their mistake. I have no powers, no influence; my home is the trash, but I will get my revenge. I have no to stop me, no one to care for, no one to care about, and it's my biggest advantage. Look out America, here comes your American psycho.