Rapture. The dream of one man. Andrew Ryan promised a Utopia, free from the the religious, poltical and social idiocies of the world above. Their very own little corner of the world. Where everything was dictated by how hard you worked, humanity was free to strive in a capitalist society. It was fine for a while, if you could work, if you had scientific merit; you were golden. If you were a workers union, lazy or of no use then you were nothing more than a parasite feeding off the blood of the good.
Science. That's how this whole mess started. Rapture was at the bottom of the ocean, it was a thriving society but maybe someone felt like it was missing something. Adam. The legions went crazy for it, it felt like you were on a constant high, you're whole world turned upside down as you became all powerful. You could burn down a city, freeze a nation; electricity at your fingertips. It was amazing. It was dangerous. It was like any other drug, people became addicted; waiting for the next hit. The insanity set it a while later. Mothers murdered children in their cribs, husbands killed wives; whole families just died for the love of it and two young adults ran for their lives through a merciless world.
Before the chaos started, they had been functioning members of society, each day they had risen, eaten breakfast and gone to work. He sat behind a desk, typing furiously as the great man dictated another letter to him, the words pouring from his lips onto paper. He felt proud to be there, proud to be in his presence; it was all he had ever wanted. When they had called for people to descend down to Rapture, when Andrew Ryan had announced this grand scheme, he had signed up as quickly as he could. To him, this had been ingenious, he wanted to be near the man and learn from him. So he worked his hardest and here he was right where he needed to be.
She had been a little more reluctant, her parents had dragged her down without question; claustrophobia was a factor in the reluctance none the less. When she had come of age, she had done what she assumed to be the right thing; she joined the police force. It may have been some element of foresight on her part, a want to control the impending chaos but no, she put her career choice down to wanting to follow in daddies footsteps, in the chief of police's footsteps. Each day she had started her patrol, tried to be reliable for all it was worth to anyone, opened her lock, put the hat on her head and walked the halls; just doing her job.
They didn't know each other, she had seen him a few times, he just looked like another busybody to her; she never noted his hair or his eyes, never really looked at him. He never spoke to her, all police officers seemed the same to him; just another arm of Andrew Ryan. He would probably never know that she loved to listen to jazz music or was a trick shot with a revolver. He would know eventually, she would be standing above him, chest heaving; said revolver in her hands; a dead splicer laying across his chest.
Neither of them would know that they would continuously save each other's lives just to leave this world that they had loved and lived in for so long.