Arkansas.

The bar of Truth And Consequences is filled to the brim of people from different walks of life. Mainly most of them are bikers, farmers, folks who just came to relax, and sketchy individuals. It has a classic all American vibe to it complete with country music playing and a red tint from the lights that fill the entire bar which makes it more stylish than ever. Among them is two blonde women sitting by the bar stand drinking some shots. One is wearing a white dress while other is wearing a sage sweater jacket and blue jeans as they bear strong resemblance to each other in fact. The woman in the white dress is looking at a photo of a man and a little girl as she smokes while she drinks some whisky.

"So you still write to them?" The other asked before the bartender comes and pours some more then sighs heavily knowing what's been going on. She tried telling her husband once but it was too late and now she's paying the consequences, now she's in the same table as her-An addict who has nothing to live her. Addiction always ran in there family alongside a dangerous attraction that led to the downfall of others. They always said Gearheardts were like fire, beautiful on the outside but if you get too close...you get burned.

"Yeah...I...I just can't believe I...I lost them both. How could I be so...so..." She teared up and replied. The jacketed woman sighs and rolls her eyes then pulls out a needle and offers it to her causing her to turn to it in a disgusted way. To her, it was strange that she looked so angry at the wonderment that would give her an escape. She would always get high with her...but now she didn't look like she was in the mood nor wanted to be associated with her again. The look in her eyes speak volumes and words she'd imagine she would say.

"Sera-"

"Melissa, I don't need that shit right now. I lost my husband and my daughter to that and you want to token up? Jesus, what kind of a sister are you!?" Sera growled at Melissa. The shocked blonde sits in utter confusion, Sera may have acted aggressively to others but never on her own family. The words sting like poison to Melissa, especially when this is coming from her best friend and twin sister at the same time. She tries to come up with words but all she can do is groan in frustration then sighs and turns around while hanging her head in shame. Sera realizes the error in her words and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Look, I'm sorry alright? It's my fault that this happened...I shouldn't have put the blame on you." Sera apologized to her. Melissa turns around with the warmest smile on her face as Sera returns it...Suddenly the bar door opens revealing a man with a brown jacket and yellow shirt underneath it with a beard. The young Gearheardt knows who it is: Damon Merrick. Melissa's eyes widen in the process knowing what he came here for. He spots her causing her to get up.

"Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom for a second." Melissa begins speed walking away from Damon. She remembered how she messed with him once, it had to do with her not sharing her share of his money after she agreed to do business with him. But addiction was a beast and she needed a high. The woman always knew Damon was dangerous so she kept running from him. She makes her way to the kitchen and turns to see he's not there then heads into the woods. Melissa begins running now since she could feel his presence behind her.

Time wasn't important as she ran to the point she can no longer see the bar anymore but the sounds of another footstep behind her is heard...Damon knew where she is. She ran deep into the woods upon seeing no civilization or help but she kept running hoping she'd outlast him, praying for a miracle to happen. Melissa was never a religious person, although this situation is an exception and prayed for a miracle. She ran across the creek and into the other side as she almost trips on one of them. Melissa turns around to see that Damon isn't there...Only to feel something hard go against her face which knocks her down.

"So you think it was a smart idea stealing from me? Mel, you're breaking my heart right now." Damon spoke with sarcasm and malice in his voice. The blonde crawls back in fear as Damon pulls out his trademark knife. She breathes heavily out of fear for her life.

"Look, I'll get you the money tomorrow! I swear!" Melissa pleaded to him.

"How? By getting one of your powerful guy friends like Hoyt Volker? You know he doesn't gives a rats ass about you, once I kill you here, they'd never know what happened to you." The drug dealer replied. Melissa could feel a something hard on her hand which means it's a rock she can throw it at Damon and waits for Damon to raise his knife which he does...he hears cocking from behind him. Behind him is a man with a long sleeved white shirt and dirty looking cargo pants also has some kind of crucifix with some spikes in between the parts on the shirt. He is armed with an AK47 and aims it Damon as a man approaches them. He is wearing a blue rolled up shirt with a black vest on it and has a beard.

"I couldn't help but hear the cries of a lost child out here in these woods, you two just disrupted my brother's sermon. You two were so loud that we could hear you from a distance." The man spoke gently as if he was an angel with Melissa's prayers answered. It felt like something straight out of a dream that he would appear. Damon notices the symbol of that cross...

"Look I know you Eden's Gate freaks, I got business here-" The man with the AK grips his rifle. He gulps knowing he is outmatched, with that response, Damon turns around and leaves. Melissa sighs in relief as the man helps her up with the same generous smile he has.

"It's alright child we got you." Melissa is escorted by him as they walk towards a church...

One week later

Monsters Of Folk-His Master's Voice.

Melissa hears the preaching of Joseph Seed as she looks awe inspired by his words about the end of days coming and they need everyone they can get. Every word is what she wants to hear, how wrong society is and how he can save them through those means. This is the answer she's been wanting. She can't go back to her sister, not with Damon around.

Five weeks later

"Wait, wait! Please let me go-" The man is shot in the head by Melissa as she is surrounded by dead folks who dared cross against Eden's Gate. He tried to con them out of money. Joseph whispers something to Faith who looks at the blonde.

One month later

"Melissa Gearheardt, welcome to Project At Eden's Gate!" Joseph welcomed as she raises Melissa from the river, reborn with new strive for a new purpose in her life with many cult members clapping. She can forget about Sera, this is how you live life. The man places his hands on her cheeks as Melissa smiles.

Two years later, Hope County, Montana

"Children, the end of days is upon us and I will guide you like my sheep as I am your father!" The congregation cheers in joy as they wave there guns around in pride. Among them is Melissa as she waves her baseball bat and winks at Faith Seed who rolls her eyes at her flattery. They calm down as Joseph motions Melissa to come towards him and a couple of cult members who are wearing sage jackets.

"Melissa, my child. As my loyal follower, best friend and confident, you will be the storm that will bring about our order." Joseph spoke to her as she nods and smiles at knowing where she's going. She turns around and raises her baseball bat as her group raise there weapons.

"Tomorrow: We will purge Arcadia Bay of the Prescott's and the degenerates that corrupt it! We will spread the Father's love and compassion there!" Melissa rejoiced as her men cheered.

Arcadia Bay

"US Marshalls are on the scene as reports of the cult known as Project At Eden's Gate has been kidnapping townsfolk of Hope County-" Joyce Price shuts off the news on the TV and heads off to work. Inside a room above the living room is Max sleeping on a bed with Chloe beside her with tears visible on her eyes. She gets up and looks around her surroundings...

Wowser, looks like I changed something. Now time to tell everything to David...

Far Cry: Arcadia