[ WP ] You wake up in a field , with nothing except for a handgun , a suitcase full of some kind of pills , and a note that says `` you are humanity 's last hope to stop the virus '' along with a set of coordinates to an unknown location . What do you do ?

My eyes woke to me staring into the stars, and my head pounded. I realized almost immediately that I was lying on the ground and it was wet. I sat upwards and looked around, I was alone in the field, and I had no idea where I was. The field stretched for a couple miles in either direction, with a forest off to my left. 
 
 I shook my head and felt it was pounding, `` Goddamnit,'' I whispered to myself. 
 
 And then I saw the handgun off to my right, sitting neatly on top a suitcase. My heart began to beat rapidly as I tried to piece together how I got here. There was no discernible explanation, I had gotten home from work as I usually did and then hung out with some friends. There was nothing that could have happened between then and now that made me get here. 
 
 That's when I fully realized what I was dressed in, a neat suit and tie that was n't mine. I was, clearly, in a bad situation. I sat up and finally stood straight, examining the area around me. `` Alright,'' I told myself, `` let's see if there's anything useful here.'' I knelt down in the dirt and lifted the handgun, moving it carefully from the top of the suitcase to the grass. Then I lifted up the suitcase and tried to open it. 
 
 The suitcase was normal for the most part, and it required a four digit code to open. I sighed heavily, `` What the hell?'' 
 
 I sat backwards on my hind legs and crossed my arms, that's when I felt the paper in the suit's breast pocket. I opened the jacket and then grabbed the envelope that neatly sat in the pocket. It was a plain white envelope and written clearly on the front was my name, *Archie Richards*. 
 
 I took a deep breath, whoever dressed me in this suit and put me here had done it purposefully. But questions remained, who put me here, why, how and for what reason? My only hope was that the letter would answer some of those questions, and that I could get the hell out of Dodge. 
 
 I opened the envelope and there was only a single sheet of folded paper inside of it, after opening it up, it was clearly a letter. I opened it up and started to read. 
 
 > Mr. Richards, 
 > > I'm sure you are wondering why you woke up lying in the middle of a field, how you got there, who put you there, and most importantly, for what reasons. It's quite simple actually. 
 
 *How could any of this be simple? * 
 
 > > My organization has selected you, based on your performance in the field. We have watched you grow among your fellow candidates and have deemed you the most qualified for our next moves. 
 
 *What the hell was this guy talking about? What other candidates? What field? * 
 
 > > You must have no end of questions, especially now, but know that years ago you were selected to be part of this pool of candidates, based on your gene code. You may not remember it, you may not even figure it out until you reach us, but you will know in due time. When you are ready. 
 
 > > You are humanity's last, and only, hope to stop the virus. A virus that lives inside of you and will try so desperately to end the world that you know. Inside the suitcase is a tablet, notifying you of your current position and where you can go next. It is fingerprinted to you, and you alone. The suitcase also contains several dozen pill bottles, follow the directions on each bottle to the letter, or you will die. Begin with the one marked Alpha, and move through the rest as you finish each bottle. 
 
 I took a deep breath, this was getting all too real. 
 
 > > The suit combination is 9-3-2-7. Remember this code, you will need it later. Once you take the first pill, travel to these coordinates, 37.2350° N, 115.8111° W. Speak the code you have now memorized and the following, `` Olympus will not fall by my hand.'' 
 
 > > It will come clear soon enough, Archie, all of this will make sense in time. Get back to town, speak to no one, and come to us. The gun is a last resort. You are our last hope. 
 
 I glanced at the gun in the dirt and then finished reading. 
 
 > > We will be waiting for your arrival. 
 
 There was no sign off, just an ominous symbol at the bottom of the letter of a silhouette of a mountain with an arrow piercing it. Part of me felt like I had knew the symbol, as if it plagued my dreams for years and then all of a sudden disappeared from my memories. Part of me knew what it was. 
 
 I looked back at the suitcase and entered the four digit code. The suitcase clicked open and sitting neatly in several lines were thirty-four pill bottles, each of them labeled. The first, Alpha, was a drug called Benzodiazepine. I recognized the name, it was an anti-anxiety drug and it clearly said to take one per day until the bottle emptied. Looking inside there were about seven pills, one week. 
 
 Part of me wanted to get up and leave, to just forget about everything that had just happened, but part of me wanted to do what the letter said. Part of me knew that I *had* to do what the letter said, so I grabbed the pill bottle, opened it, and swallowed one of the pills. 
 
 `` Good thing I do n't need water,'' I murmured as the pill went down and I turned back to the suitcase. The tablet was attached to the back of the top of it, and as I grabbed it, I placed my thumb on the home button. 
 
 It lit up immediately and started the sequence, but unlike an ordinary tablet, it had a new startup screen. The words slid across the front and my heart skipped a beat. 
 
 **Welcome Back Olympian Rho. It has been seventeen years, eight months, and nineteen days since your last login. ** 
 
 I stared at the startup screen until the words disappeared 
 
 `` Olympian Rho,'' I whispered and in a flash a memory came back to me. 
 
 I was just a kid, a young orphaned teenager when I agreed to the program, a program that gave me food, a job, a home, and everything I needed to survive. Chosen out of the millions who applied, a small sixteen year old Archie became an Olympian. A man who would be under surveillance until the time came, until one of the twenty-four Olympians was chosen to finish what Olympus had started. 
 
 Olympus, the organization that gave Archia a chance. The organization that created Olympian Rho. 
 
 I snapped back into reality as a a view of my current location came up on the map. I was about six miles west of a small town just inside New York. I lived in New Jersey, how I ended up here was still a question in the air. But I had to, I knew, I needed to get to the coordinates. 
 
 I did n't remember how or why I was important to Olympus, but I knew that I signed up for a reason, and it would eventually all come back to me. 
 
 I was intent on doing what I needed to. So I grabbed the gun, shut the suitcase, and started to walk. I would do what I needed to, for the good of humanity. I would be the Olympian I needed to be. 
 
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