I saw him. Dylan. We were at the lab with Eve and her minions in lab coats. I yelled out his name but he just ignored me completely. I forcefully lifted my wrist, trying to free my hands from the straps that held me to the chair. "Dylan!" I called again. He simply turned away and walked out of the glass doors. "What did you do to him?!" I spat angrily at the woman, as she smiled evilly.

She didn't reply because she was too busy talking to one of the guards. They seemed to be flustered an Eve looked around nervously. Just then, I heard someone call my name, "Alex?!"

"MAX!" I yelled back frantically like those cliché movies.

And then I saw him. Scratched up, bruised, beaten. Both his arms were held my the mutants who dragged him across the hallway. I watched him through the glass walls as he tried to get to me. He kicked and screamed, "ALEX! RUN!"

Eve looked at me now, waiting for me to make a move then she can finally kill me and call it my fault. But instead, I just burst into tears as Max's echoes faded down the hallway, where I could no longer see him. He was gone.

I hit the back of my head on something hard, "Crap". The van bounced across the rubble filled streets. My vision was blurry and the sound was still ringing in my ears. The dream was getting clearer. Each rime the story changed a little. I didn't understand what was going on. Since when did I have dreams about Dylan? Maybe because I was thinking about him before I passed out?

I looked around in the darkness of the big, empty van trunk. I was captured. Shit.

I was captured, after two years, they've finally caught me. I needed to get out of here, the plan that I had thought up was lost. I couldn't see anything. I felt around, trying to find something sturdy enough to fight with or at least protect me. I heard them talking beyond the metal separating us, "Craig isn't happy about the rebel problem," One said. Rebel problem?

The other one replied, "So I've heard. The damage they've done to the base is costly," He sounded so familiar, like I've met him before,

"It's in the process of being rebuilt though, but then again, they did blow up the electrical plant"

"What do you think he's going to do with the girl?"

"Probably spare her, let her live in section four"

"This one is different, he seemed desperate to find this one. But in the end, we found her, 'we' did. He's sure to reward us for bringing in the fugitive,"

"Alexandra Steine, we've got you,"

"What about Max Wilde? Isn't he wanted too?"

"We need to approach him with caution, he is one of the first test subjects, and he could have powerful side effects. I don't understand why he wouldn't take the vaccination, it's for his own good"

Vaccine? Is that what they believed? They were not mindless, they were just unable to know the truth, the reality. Suddenly I felt sorry for them.

They talked softly between each other after that and I started to plan ahead. What the hell was I supposed to do now? Act dead and then jump on Craig with my bare hands? Kill the mutants by myself? Jump out of a moving vehicle into rubble? The options weren't favourable.

And that's when I heard it.

"What the fu-" one of the mutants began, before unlocking the door, ready to investigate what loud noise came from the roof of the van. And then, a scream. I looked through the small hole that looked out onto the street, but I couldn't see anything.

"What's in the back?" I heard an unknown, new voice say,

The mutant that had stepped out seemed to have been held by the man, and managed to let out a quivering lie, "nothing, just supplies for Craig"

"Do not say that name in my presence" The man scowled and then I heard him say, "Check the back"

A woman replied, "Yes, sir"

I held my breath, holding the tool I had found close against my chest. I heard the lock unlatch and the woman whisper,

"hold your fire". Seemed like there were more people with them.

And then the doors of the back swung open, flooding light into the once dark space I was huddled in. I screamed as I saw the guns that were aimed at me. But these people weren't in uniform, nor did they have green eyes

"Who are you?" I asked squinting through the orange sunlight,

"I ask the questions, not you" She replied pulling me out of the trunk roughly by the arm.

"Hey watch it!" I yelled back trying to jerk my arm out of her strong grip. The other men still held their guns up at me, ready for me to make a move then they can plant a bullet in my chest,

"Supplies for Craig? Supplies for Craig?! Are you shitting me?" And then 'bang'. The man that had captured the mutant by the throat had shot him. He lay on the concrete, blood dripping from his torso. I shrieked in pain and expected another gunshot, but it seemed, the second mutant had escaped, the one that sounded like someone I knew.

"Where's the other one?" the girl asked,

"He escaped," He said eyeing me, "Is she infected?"

She grabbed my face in her hand and held me by the jaw. She pulled a flashlight out of her belt and shone it in my eyes, "Nope"

He walked towards me, "stand down" he said, as the group lowered their weapons, his eyes still on me,

"Who are you?" I asked

"The rebels"