Prologue: Daughter of…
March 27th, 2032
'Fuck off,' Jethro hissed and pushed his daughter away. Ashley fell on the floor and almost hit the table. Her mother shrieked and ran to her daughter. Ashley already sat up straight but looked wide-eyed. Her father had been drunk before, but never as bad as this.
'Jethro!' Amy yelled and held her daughter in her arms.
'No Amy, enough is enough!' the drunk man yelled, waving his arms.
'Jethro, calm down or they'll hear you!' Amy said scared. Cyborgs of any kind could always be around and you had to be careful your entire life. Ashley knew this as no other, she was born after Judgment Day happened. Seven years after Judgment Day. Stories of how life before it had been told so many times to her, still she could not image any of it. The world now existed of ruins and death. It was grey. It was dead. There was no hope no life.
'No!' Jethro stood up and roared. Far away the sound of a plain was heard.
'They're coming, Jethro! You're responsible for the death of your wife and your daughter!' Amy cried.
'She is NOT my daughter!' Jethro yelled. Ashley looked at her mother, but instead of denying it her mother cried.
'I'm sorry,' Amy cried. Ashley backed off.
'What?' she said soft, not wanting to except it.
'You are not our daughter. Never have been, never will be,' Jethro snapped, 'You're mother died in our arms and your father was too busy fighting, still is! You're mother, sweet Kate, why did you not listen to us.'
'Mom?' Ashley sought for help. But Amy just shook her head.
'No, Cameron,' she said, 'I am your grandmother.'
'No!' Ashley said louder, 'My name is Ashley, your daughter!'
'You're Cameron daughter of John fucking Conner!' Jethro yelled and ran to her. Cameron quickly jumped up and ran to the end of the room. The plain came closer.
'Run, child!' Amy yelled, 'Find your father!'
'But-' before Cameron could finish her sentence bullets were heard. She quickly grabbed her coat and a gun and ran out of the house. Cameron quickly hid herself in one of the many wholes in the ground. Just in time. All around her explosions were heard. She had to stay there or she would die too. The first lesson she had ever learn: stay alive! For hours Cameron staid underground, not daring to move or to show herself. But after hours being underground, she thought of it being safe. When she looked around, Cameron decided to never ever get to close. Not with someone. Not with something. For a moment Cameron wanted to crash down to the earth and cry and burry Amy and Jethro. But than she decided to start a new chapter. Her old life was over. Cameron pulled on her long jacket and covered her long brown hair with the wide hood. She was dressed in army clothes, the only clothes that were left. She swung her MG4 over her shoulder. She took a deep breath and turned around.
Daughter of John Conner. Perhaps. But he did not want her, so why accept him? She would from now on go through life as Cameron, just Cameron. Nothing more, nothing less. Anyone who had a problem with that could expect a bullet, or a fist. Cameron refused to show any emotion, not even to herself. Emotions are dangerous, Jethro had said, they play with your mind and make you do foolish things. Just like alcohol.