The sun's bright, normal, but not real. It never is. For all I know, on the Outside, its midnight. Things are always this way, fake. They're physical, but holographic, only materialized pictures. And that's what I have dealt with for three years, what we've all dealt with. We have no way out, we're screwed, and we all know it.

Injected with syrum at birth, Ruth is on a mission to stop the coming apocalypse