First Meeting
Year: 2016
I have been passing through
towns and cities ever since I escaped from Manticore seven years ago. I have to keep moving so Manticore won't
track me down. Once and awhile Social
Services would take me off the streets and place me in a foster home. I don't stay there for long. When no one is around, I take would their
valuables to sell and leave.
Max was in Portland selling of the valuables she recently stole from a rich couple that lived on the outskirts of the city. She had the knowledge of what was valuable and what wasn't. One of her foster parents was a thief and he taught her the trade.
She needed money to survive. One thing Max needed the money for was her tryptophan pills. Without them she would lapse into a coma and die. Tryptophan has been recently taken out of heath stores and Max ended up buying on the black market.
The
foster families would take me to the hospital to see what's wrong. I would
sometimes stays over night. During the
overnight stays, I would break into the hospital's pharmacy and steal several
bottles of Tryptophan.
Max can't do that anymore. She went to the street vendor and picked up two bottles of Trytophan. She paid the man and disappeared.
She went to her crib and began to pack up her things. Max lived alone. She recently seen TAC team vehicles come into the area that means she has to leave the city. She rolled out her Ninja 650 and drove off.
For a long time I wondered when is Manticore is going give up on me and the others; where ever they are. I would like to someday to settle down somewhere, have a normal life like all those people out there. I know it will probably never happen. I have to keep running. I don't want to end up back in that hell-hole.
Max enters Seattle.
TO BE CONTINUED