CHAPTER 2
The old shack barely kept the cold out, but X6-978 couldn't be picky. It was winter in the small Michigan town and the young X6 needed some place to keep cover. He hadn't been doing so well since Manticore burned. He was never trained to be outside of Manticore. He had no orders on what to do. He didn't know anyone. All he had was his visions to guide him. That's why he was here. He hoped to help if he could.
978 had been in this town for a month and had spied on the man who was going to be killed. He followed him until the authorities got suspicious of him than he had to hide out. He hoped the man wouldn't be killed before he could find a way to move through the town without being noticed.
The wind howled outside and some snow fell through a hole in the ceiling. The tall, shaggy brown haired transgenic moved to the far side of the cabin as he sat on the floor and tried to wrap his flimsy jacket around him tighter. He might have to try to steal a heavier one. This one wasn't going to last the whole winter. Every time he stole something he was always almost caught. He wasn't good at it and didn't seem to be learning. This life was definitely not for him. If it weren't for the visions telling him to stay away from Seattle he would have gone to the transgenic colony by now. He wondered how much longer he could survive living like this? He knew eventually it would even be too much for a transgenic.
978 forced him self to fall asleep with the hope that he would have the dream of himself and a slightly older man fighting supernatural creatures together. In the dream the man treated 978 like a brother. Having someone around would be nice. The transgenic wished the dream was real.