Hannah In Bar Claims, most of the inhabitants were female. That was quite common in the Central and Eastern United regions, which was why the Male Trade companies flourished as much they did. Scientists had tried to explain the decline in male live births, but for most of us, it hadn’t made any sense. The brass tacks of it was that something had gone wrong in human genetics (and there were countless theories about that), resulting in a Ninety-seven percent decline in healthy male births. Simply put, the human race had begun to die off. While the Western regions had been affected by this plight, it had not ravaged them as hard; thus, male stock was derived from those areas and transplanted to other regions to reinforce their breeding capabilities. The business had its moral implications, of course; (it was, after all, considered human trafficking) but the majority of these men had signed contracts and were being compensated for their service. In the government’s eyes, they were merely donors.
The Blue Oasis Hotel
The Blue Oasis occupied its own desolate piece of desert property in Needles, California, population five thousand. The summers there were hot, and the only plant life to speak of came in the form of cacti. Nevertheless, the desert held its appeal and served as a gateway between California and Nevada destinations. The hotel sat slightly East of the old post office, and within hiking distance of the Foothills. Now abandoned, the Blue Oasis had formerly been a desert gem, opened by Mister William P. McQuaid in 1975. Mr. Mcquaid had been a wealthy investor, who had wisely invested his capital in the Las Vegas tourist attractions and had begun expanding his business endeavors to the outlying areas. The Blue Oasis had died with Mr. McQuaid, in 1983, it's lovely exterior deteriorated under the assault of the desert sand and unrelenting heat. His son Jeffrey, who had inherited the entirety of his late father’s properties, was too busy managing the more lucrative Las Vegas dealings to bother with a dusty old hotel in the middle of nowhere. Rumored to be haunted by Mr. McQuaid himself, the hotel had not seen a single live visitor in over a decade.
Justice was a small and secluded town in Texas, with a population of three hundred and seventy-five souls, and bordered by the expansive Pax Lake. Pax had an estimated depth of over one hundred feet, and shrouded in a perpetual mist, regardless of the season. Justice had been featured in various investigative articles and travel journals over the years, its mystery being the singular claim to fame. Tourists visited the enigmatic Justice now and again, and for a fee, the ferryman would take you out on his boat for a half hour, an excursion playfully dubbed 'the Ghost Dive' in Travel USA. Somehow the town had succeeded in putting a whimsical spin on its vanishing tourists and peculiar local residents, and as police investigations continued to yield no results, the rumors had become nothing more than local lore.