Avery wasn't aware of many things when she had awaken. The room was almost pitch black when she opened her eyes. The only source of light she could notice was the sliver spaces between the door and the frame that held it.

When she began to move herself around the bed, her muscles had stiffened so much. She started with her neck; moving her head side-to-side slowly helped the muscles relieve tension. She moved to her arms. When bending her left arm, causing the muscle to flex, she felt a small sting.

She reached over to the spot with her right hand, and felt a tube like object taped to her arm. She traced the tubing for a couple seconds. Leading her to a bag, hanging half-full from a pole. To her, it was an easy assumption that she's in a sort of "medical room."

She focused back to her body as a whole. She worked on her back and stomach area; hips, abdomen and so forth. Her back seemed to be the worst so far. It didn't help that she had numerous troubles with her back before. But, she had eventually worked out the inks

When it finally came to her legs, things had begun to slow down. Her right leg was no issue to her. It hurt to stretch as badly as her arms did. But, nothing terrible. When it came to her left leg, she had complete restriction in movement. Pulling the blanket away and using her hands as her night vision. She had noticed her touch sensed a rigid hardness. From the middle of her upper thigh to her foot was completely casted. Making it obviously impossible to move her knee.

She shook the thought of difficulty away and brought herself back to the sudden moment. She began working her body into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She steadied herself for a bit, hoping she can keep herself from losing her stance once on her feet. She also went ahead and ripped the taped tube on her arm. She started with both feet flat on the floor, her hands grasped tightly to the edge of the bed.

She started off with putting more weight on her left leg, thinking the cast would help give a little extra support. Half way through, she'd put more weight on the right leg. All seemed well until a sharp pain shot up her right side. The pain had thrown her off balance causing her to collapse to the floor.

She grasped onto her side. She gasped and bit on her lip, trying not to yell so the attention would be kept away. After the pain subsided enough, she slowly lifted the side of her shirt, which revealed a heavy bandage patch on her side. She continued to lay there and rest for a moment.

Her eyes began to wonder in the darkness. She didn't expect to see anything at first, but a pale fixture of light caught her attention.

In the corner of the room, she assumed was a desk and the source of light was a computer terminal. She slowly began turning around and propped herself up with her arms and laid her legs and hips to a side. She slowly began inching herself to the terminal, hoping that it would be accessible to give her answers to some of her questions.

She finally reached the desk. She felt around for a moment and found the base of a chair before her; she followed with pulling herself onto the seat. She slowly moved herself and the chair around to face the terminal, and noticed a desk lamp sitting next to the terminal. A couple seconds of looking for a switch, and she finally had a decent visual of the contents of the 4 walls.

In the opposite corner was the bed, obviously. The bag mentioned earlier was an IV bag containing a bag with the label "radaway" written on the tape part of the bag. Next to it was a night stand. It held a few basic items: clock, empty cup, a pen and clip board.

The corner parallel to her sat a military metal standing-dresser. She figured after completing with the terminal she would rummage through that next.

She began working her way around the terminal. It was password accessible, but with the right key strokes and a few minutes was no trouble to bypass. She rummaged through a few files and electronic documents, until one particular file caught her attention: Patient Zero. All the other files containing patient/human medical information were labeled with a name. She had to be Patient Zero.

With a couple of clicks, the first document opened; Dec 18, 2287 was the title and read as such:

Patient Zero

Gender: Female

Age: Approx. Between 18 and 22 years of age

Features: Unusual colored hair; a darkish purple that almost looks black. Brown eyes. Approx 5'4". Slim but muscular figure. Tattoo on left wrist: a purple tear drop or rain drop. *See footnote for explanation*

Concerns: high levels of radiation. Medium loss of blood. Head trauma. Left leg broken. Heavy claw mark on right side. Surprisingly still in amazing health with no other concerns. Coma length guestimate at 3-4 weeks at the latest

Possible items of possessions:most unsure of.Numerous gadgets with unexplainable uses, but do not look harmful. Typical cases of ammo. 2 knives. A couple handguns; simple 10mm pistol and traditional laser rifle. An unusual weapon, supposedly called a winchester due to the bullets found. Another unusual gun the size of our middle launchers; name of the item unsure.

Cylinder container with a cryogenic chamber attached to it. Was unsuccessful in opening the device

Jewelry: a simple chain necklace containing 3 pendants on it; all 3 holding 3 different colored stones within. Rings; nothing fancy, simple crafts work; several sizes on several fingers

Typical appeal: jeans, leather boots, shirt, jacket

Endnote: *Patient Zero contains a couple items with BoS logo. One being a small tattoo located behind the left ear. The second being a BoS pendant from the early years. Dated 2080; "Avery Hart - second in comment" engraved on the back.

She continued on through a few more documents, until coming across another document; shorter than the last.

Dec 27, 2287:

Radiation levels of patient zero are close to disappearing; giving her one last dose of radaway.

Paladin Danse and Knight Avery came by to check on patient zero's progress; we are hopeful with her miraculous recovery that she will finally awaken in the next few days.

I finally found time to research the possibility of the name "Avery Hart" and relations to BoS. According to historical reports; she was Roger Maxon's 2nd in command, most trusted friend and highly valued assets/soldier to BoS. Her disappearance is unknown. She was granted access for a secret mission and had never returned. She was rumored to be a love interest to Roger Maxson at one point but was not completely confirmed. My assumptions is patient zero may be a descendent to the Avery Hart, but I am not ready to jump to conclusions. Only reason to it at this point is to have the ending history of Captain Avery Hart."

"Poor son of a bitch…" Avery mumbled to herself. "You're never gonna get the end to that story."

With it being the last document, Avery had placed the terminals software back to its original form. Even accomplishing deleting the trail her computer techniques left behind to bypass it.

She looked over at the dresser for a moment. Thankfully, with the chair having wheels, getting to it was much easier.

To her surprise, the dresser wasn't locked off. It probably meant that her weapons were being held elsewhere. Nevertheless, she opened it's doors and rummaged around for her things.

She first went to the cylinder shaped device. The item contained in it had been cryogenically frozen due to a period of inactivity, but it was to keep its content safe. Where she came from, it was called a "Mül Converter". It was a fictional creature from a movie she once saw and was then turned to reality thanks to her science smarts.

With a few codes entered, unlocking the cylinder, she slowly opened the canister. For a moment, the creature laid still, slowly thawing out from its cryogenic state, but slowly began to breath and stretch on its own.

The creature struggled a little at first; going through it's own stasis of disorientation, but grew with excitement to the sight of its master and climbed around her with joy.

"Glad to see you're still in better shape than me, Mochi." she whispered softly, scratching the creature under its neck.

She placed the now empty canister down and began rummaging through her things again. Everything other than weapons were accounted for, and for a moment she felt defeated. Until, the realization of the hidden compartment in her boots reminded her of a "treasure" she grabbed the left boot and began pulling away at a bit of the base of the interior; where you place the bottom of your foot. It had revealed a small door underneath. And, just behind that, was the small pocket knife her father had given her.

She gazed at it for a moment, due to the sudden flood of memories that rushed her mind of her and her father. She had not seen him in many years, and even now assumed she was never going to again. She squeezed the knife tightly in her hand for the moment and then hid it in the right space between her thigh and cast. It was perfect timing though because when the door open, she had been greeted with a new face that was now replacing the door.