After the visits of treatment hospitals located in majority of their sector with Seattle. It was obvious that nearly one-fourth of the population of their sector had been infected with the virus, but probably thousands more with the virus and not even knowing. After now nearly two months of being home again, the atmosphere of Seattle had begun to familiar to Tom. The group took the long way back to headquarters in order to ease the events that conspired within the hospitals.
They had just reached the waterfront, and finally someone broke the silence of the group, “Is this all we are going to do till we reach headquarters? Because I’m tired of it.” Suddenly the group froze and looked as Tiegan stared at the group, till she looked at Tom. “Listen I know I haven’t experienced what you all have, but this is unbelieveable”, as she crossed her arms. “Tom, she has a point. Both of us have seen plenty of this, that we shouldn’t even be affected by it now” Ethan added as he looked at Tom. Tom focused back into reality and then nodded, “ I know, it’s just been different adjusting to this atmosphere again.” “You should be plenty adjusted to this atmosphere by now, I’ve been here before when the virus was here and I’m fine” Skye replied. “Listen, we’ve all been through hard times. It shouldn’t matter what happened in our past as long as we keep moving toward our future. After all, that’s what we did when this city was locked under quarantine.” Ethan says soothingly. Skye still upset over Tom’s behavior, walks to the wall looking out toward the ocean.
“So who is this we?” Tiegan asks curiously.
“We were…” Ethan began. “We were a group of teens who rebelled against the kingpin who controlled all of Seattle. There was a total of six of us. Ethan and I being two of them. Two others are still out there together surviving still…” Tom interrupted. “So what happened to the other two then?” Skye replied. Tom suddenly looked astonished over thinking about it, only to then disregard the thought. “ Come on lets get back to headquarters before a guard catches us” Tom says instead.
The group returns back to headquarters just as sun begins to set over the ocean. Tom walks toward the window and stares over toward the ocean watching as the last bits of day slip through the city. Ethan begins to check the monitors for any activity over the sector and then began to walk down to the food level before both Skye and Tiegan followed him down. “Why are you letting him act this way, Ethan?” Skye asked. “ Because this is what is best for him right now, don’t worry I wouldn’t let him act this way if I didn’t feel this was for a good reason.” “I’m just saying that this isn’t what I want my leader to be after only a few tiny incidents with patients” Skye replied. They were all worried over Tom’s behavior, each with different reasons. But, all of them had a perfect plan as to how to change his mood.
They finally got their dinner along with grabbing some for Tom as well and walked back to where they last saw him. But, he was no longer there. “Here, I’ll go give him his food, Ethan, it was my fault for upsetting him down at the waterfront in the first place”, Skye said. “No, it’s better that we all just go in seeing that we all have our reasons” Ethan replied. Both nodded as they walked toward Tom’s room.
Once they reached his door, Ethan swiped his emergency card through the reader and all three entered Tom’s room. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed though all that in the room was two pistols with blades attached to both on a desk that had a few picture frames and a computer. Across the wall hung a whole map of Seattle. With red lines drawn through parts of the city, the sectors. An X was drawn over the northwestern part of the map with the name Sector Alpha written in. The Headquarters. The other sectors included Beta across the northeastern area and another part written in over the southern end called The Blackout sector. On another side was a window that overlooked the ocean. The other wall had a security camera that overlooked the whole room. Above them was a strange device, cords that strung through the walls across the ceiling. Tom laid in the center of the room on a machine that glowed every other second.
