Unintelligible noise...

Silence...

I'm being dragged.

Sounds again.

Blurry images.

A dozen of them at the entrance of the apartment.

Two vehicles.

Three of them got on one.

I got on another with two civil protection crew members.

—DO MASKS PROTECT AGAINST INFECTION?

—I SUPPOSE...

—IS HE SICK?

—NEGATIVE.

—THEN... WHAT IS THE REASON FOR THE TRANSFER?

I didn't get to hear the last part.

But I suspected they would take me to Nova Prospekt or a similar place, and do whatever they do to my kind, whatever it may be, I was about to find out.

For the first time, I felt fear taking over my actions.

Knowing that Mike, Oxana, and Jorge probably were not there, made me realize that no matter what I did, even if it was a selfish thought for those who were not ready yet, I would not be secure to just resist the hits again.

—STAND UP.

I wake up feeling the touch of a cold floor in a dimly lit place.

—SIT DOWN ON THE CHAIR.

No...

—DON'T MAKE IT HARD FOR ME, SIT DOWN ON THE CHAIR, BEASTIE.

This time I won't be obedient...

"Zzt!" That electric baton sparked again.

I had been wearing my shackles since Xen, these are a little different. But in reality, neither of them was heavy, even though they directly restrict the energy in my body.

I receive a blow.

I tense my limbs, I would not surrender to a weak source of portable electricity.

I move forward.

First to the left, then to the right.

My nails feel his flesh.

—THE NON-CITIZEN...!

I silence his trembling words with my blows, every cut dirties me.

Now he was on the ground and I was on top of him, everything happened too fast.

It felt good to lose control, to let anger flow through my claws.

A long beep came out of his radio and his death was reported.

There was a solid barrier, now I couldn't go through it.

My bracelets have a slight red light, my authorization had been revoked.

But they wouldn't lock me up so easily, I followed the cable, the advanced technology contrasted with the primitive power source.

I pulled what they called a "plug", took a step forward, and looked around.

There was no turning back. It was time to act.

I started running down the corridors.

In the different cells, there were more chairs covered in dried blood, it doesn't seem like an interrogation, but I don't think its purpose is just the death of my kind and civilians or...

Something worse...

I see through the windows high up on the walls and it seems like I'm still in City Ten.

I struggle to open the doors, I always let the others open them for me.

I find another civil protection member, I try to escape to the other side.

I move forward, but I'm cornered.

This time it would be harder.

I hear the one behind me turn on the baton.

I hit the one in front of me and make him drop his weapon.

I grab it from his arms, turn around, block the attack of the one behind me using his companion's chest, when the baton collides with his shoulder, I feel the current at the same time as I see his legs convulse.

I drop the body and take care of the second one.

This time I don't waste time, I know where to hit, under the mask; In his neck. Stabbing blows until he stops moving.

The place would have more civil protection in this place, but I had no intention of taking care of each one of them, I had to find the others.