Human Extinction

Chapter One: Interrogation

21/05/2050 5:30pm

Close to two and a half hours after the accident Dawn Keenly stumbled through the threshold of The Elrich Police Station. A stockily built man, dressed in blue with a badge on his pocket escorted Dawn to the interrogation room. For a man who supposedly saves lives, he spares no kindness towards her. Hell, she'll probably be black and blue tomorrow morning, if there is a tomorrow that is. Her hands were bound together behind her back with a pair of handcuffs. The sound of her shuffles echoes down the concrete halls, bouncing left and right metres down the never-ending corridor.

"There," the policeman muttered and continued to push her hard against the metal door. Whack. The door shook as her forehead collided with the cold steel, followed by the rest of her body.

Sprawled out on the concrete floor, her head throbbing hard she manages to grumble "Not sure that's how you open the door, Mister. What? Did you leave the keys and your head at home?"

"Shut it" he snapped, "what you say and do will be held against you." Grunting he pulled Dawn to her feet, she wobbled to find her balance.

"I magically got these bruises after my arrest and mug shot. What a coincidence," she smirked. The policeman swung the door open aggressively. The metal walls were reflective – the whole room spelt like various cleaning products. The floor and walls were completely steel from corner to corner. The concrete floor felt icy against her bare feet. The middle of the room has a single, large, rectangular and of course, metal table. To match the metal table - metal chairs. All furniture is securely bolted to the floor. "It really sells the whole 'intimidation' look, I should renovate my place like this" Dawn chuckled to herself.

"Take a seat" the policemen scolded. She did so. Only then did she realise one of the walls had a mirror in it. Camouflaged to match the metal theme. Someone was watching her. After the whole scandal blew up, there are probably some people out there who are fascinated to hear Dawn's side of the story – what truly happened. She doubted anyone would actually understand, listen or believe her. But soon, they'll all see the consequence of their actions. She's taken precautions. Her execution was also enviable, she knew this. Dawn previously thought of every possible ending.

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Click. She whipped her head around. A man stood by the door frame, no older than 30. He had a black blazer with a white collared shirt underneath. All crisply ironed. He looked formal excluding his skin-tight dark navy jeans. His build was taller than average but he was slim. Using his bony hand to brush the brown hair away from his eyes he adjusted his blazer. Under his arm was a brown folder.

"Evening Miss Keenly, I'm Nathan, Nathan Anderson" he smiled, flashing his pearly whites. Dawn simply smiled and nodded. He walked towards the chair across from Dawn and sat down. Quickly he ran his eyes over the contents of the folder. Swallowing hard he closed the folder and placed it on the antarctic table. He flashed another smile, but his eyes told another story. "I'm here to ask you some questions, please answer these questions as honestly as you can," he said sincerely. She notices his manners first. 

His immediate kindness is foreign to her. In all honestly, Dawn was scared, shit scared. Her arrogance is her armour and humour comforts her. Truly, she did not know what she did wrong. All she can do is tell the truth. She shrank in her chair. 

"Fire away."

"How old are you Miss Keenly ."

She pulled a small smile, "I'm 22. And please, call me Dawn."

"Alright then, You were born in 1988? Correct?" He smiled studying the open brown folder opened in front of him.

"Yes, that's correct" Dawn nodded. Nathan scribbled some notes on the papers within the folder.

"In your records, Ms Keenly, there are no previous charges or conviction." The room filled with silence.

Dawn sighed heavily, "My Father died in an accident and-" she stops. Nathan frowned and stared at her, he can see she's choked up recalling a memory. He remembers that day clearly. He remembers holding her as they watched the ambulance take him away.

Nathan refused to believe that the girl in front of him was the terrorist everyone was afraid of. The terrorist whose name was feared by millions. At that moment he saw the beautiful girl he fell in love with years earlier. Despite the weight in his stomach and the urge to run away, he couldn't help but stare at her in awe and reminisce in their teenage years.