Lights flashed on. a strange
mechanical humming sound came from someplace in the room. Exile sat
up and looked around him. "wh...where am I?" He asked
himself, almost expecting somebody else to answer. He then reeled
over on the floor in pain. "jesus what is happening to my head!"
He felt as though his head were being torn in half. Shakily he stood
up, almost blinded by pain and began to look around. He was in a
white room, with white doors, no windows and a small bed in the
center. "what in god's name...?" Exile breathed and walked
over to the door. It came open wihtout any problems and he stepped
outside. The hallways were dark and empty. There was a light at the
end. Exile started to run towards it, but he slipped in something
thick and wet. "what is this? blood?" and he jumped back in
horror.
He began to panic and sprint
towards the end of the hallway. he knew something was watching him,
he could just feel it. Exile stopped when he reached the light and
turned around. Nothing there. He'd been panicking for no reason! "ha.
knew there was no reason to be scared of this place..." He took
another step forward and tripped over something in the darkness. he
looked back at what he'd tripped on... The body of a young boy...?
Exile sighed and continued to walk to the light again. "poor
boy.... where am I, at a hospital?" He said while pushing open
the doors. he saw a bright light and walked out of this hallway into
another blood mottled corridor. "My lord.... What is this
place?" Exile said looking over the piles of bodies and corpses
hanging from the walls and ceilings.
He began
to feel a little sick from the smell of rotting flesh. As he
continued to walk down the hall, he heard strange noises. Then he
fell to the floor and began to remember:
It had been six years after the rovers split up. Exile almost lost his mind at the very thought of losing his precious family: Sweet, loving Natalya and his baby boy Xavier. professor sheperd had caught Exile crying, curled up on his bed, looking about ready to kill himself. They moved him to a safe place aboard the space station, in the psych unit under special observation...
"I'm in... space?" Exile though in
bewilderment. Before he had time to ponder why he was here, Four
beings in biohazard suits ran though the hallway right towards him.
"what? Who the hell are you?" Exile shouted. They stopped
right in front of him. One stepped forward and removed his mask. It
was... Blitz? "come on, Exile, we are getting out of here."
And he pulled the confused husky away from the piles of corpses and
out of this hallway. Exile was shocked to see what was happening
beyond this hall.
It was like a war had taken
place here. Tables were stacked up against the doors, dead
canosapiens littered the ground. "what happened here, Blitz?
Where is everyone else?" Exile asked quietly. Blitz was silent
for a second. Then, He said "We don't know yet. we are trying to
locate the rest of them." He sighed. "hunter and colleen
are someplace around the asteroid belt in a mobile survivor's colony
like this one." And he lit up a cigarrette. "we do not know
if shadow survived or not." Blitz sighed. He almost had a little
hurt in his voice when he said that. "Blitz... Do you know were
he would have gone?" Exile asked curiously."I know you two
hid something, like close friends..."
Another biohazard suited person walked over to them and took off his
mask. It was Professor sheperd. "We still cant get a lock
on shadow.. Are you alright, Blitz?" The old man asked. "You
seem depressed. is it because we can't find--" But Blitz cut him
off. "maybe I don't want to find him." He said, a little
annoyed. "why does everybody seem to think I want to help him?"
And he walked off. Exile was very confused now. Why did he feel like
something was terribly wrong here? 'The rovers came to save me', he
thought. 'or did they?'