It had been quite some time since he had gone out to help the URM task force, in fact it had been over two years. His father had passed on, and his sister had moved with his mother, having to leave him to work for their protection. So far, the URM soldiers stuck to their job fairly well, but Aiden preferred they at least try to appear attentive. 

For the most part wearing the uniform came with its up's and downs, just as everything did nowadays. He pursed his lips as the sun began to drop, the commotion seemed to die down a bit along with it, but it wasn't entirely silent. Then again, it never was. As his gaze fluttered around the near desolate and withered town, Aiden could only wince at the number of people that appeared so very close to embracing death with full arms. Supplies came in weekly, sometimes every other day, but whatever they were being used for; it didn't include the people. He only wished he had the power and influence to say something, to figure out how to fix it. 

In this world, the only way to gain influence was to lock in, give up, and travel a path of corruption. Something that the man couldn't find it in him to do, not even now. His family would never forgive him for it, that was something he wouldn't be able to live with. Perhaps he was viewed as a young and headstrong fool for his morals, but he couldn't let go. 

With a sigh, he turned to watch the next convoy of supplies come in. He waved off his partner on watch, heading over to the vehicle. Though as his light green gaze swept over the canvased trailer, he wasn't looking for any stolen goods or possible signs of infected material. No, he had been trained to look specifically for stowaways. This town was one of the few left, as horrid as it was, it was better than whatever laid behind the walls set out for them. Or so he was told. He hadn't seen the outside in a long while, his life had been sheltered for the past two years with -this-. Searching for signs of those seeking salvation rather than finding stolen stockpiles to help better the lives of those already living in this damned town. 

Aiden waved the vehicle onward, turning on the balls of his feet and facing the gate, the outside that lay just behind it. Narrowing his weary eyes, he stifled a yawn, his head aching from the recent jab he'd received from another guard not too much earlier, a punishment for 'day dreaming'. Though he wished for a change, Aiden also imagined it, the day that would wring out the necks of those too deep in their hallowed tracks of dismay. When that day came, he would be proud to wear URM uniforms, as well as be a survivor. When that day came, he would've made a difference.