You kept waiting for the moment he would betray you. But that moment never came did it, Melanie? He trusted you with everything and you threw it in his face.
Shut up, you scream at the empty walls that contain you. Stop talking. Stop lying.
You kept running, out of the city walls, down another lonely highway, but they followed. And they caught you. And just like you thought, it was the worst experience of your short life, Melanie. But he fought them, stopped them from doing unspeakable horrors to you, and he saved you. For nothing. He didn’t owe you anything. But you owed him.
He helped you to your feet, the carcass of your attacker laid bare on the ground.
You dusted yourself off and kept running, because there’s more out there and they’ll kill you if they get the chance.
But that’s not the focus of this story, is it, Melanie? You and Castillo travelled west, to the ruins of the old world, where you met what passes for a resistance. But the introduction wasn't that interesting. Lots of shouting and blood tests.
Let’s fast forwards a bit then, Miss Thompson. How about inside the base? We have all the time in the world to go through this, but we’ll start there.
“We need your help.” A man in a uniform says. “There is a woman out there with a great deal of political clout, who could be of great help to our efforts if she is rescued.”
“What’s her name?” You ask. You are just eager to help out however you can, really.
“Linda McKenzie.” He replies, and offers the syringe gun handle first. You take it, and stow it in your bag.
Hearing the name triggered something inside you, didn’t it, Melanie? Because the next thing you know, you’re crying and your body throbs with pain and your head feels like it’s going to explode. Castillo explains everything.
The next thing you know, your claws are dug into a man’s back.
You scream and fall to the floor.