When I took my fifth step away from E.H. Laboratory I heard a huge explosion that made us put ourselves close to the ground. Some debris made a hit to some CRYPTIC'S member and incurred a severe head injury. I don't know where the explosion came from. I tried to stand up but I noticed that two bullets tried to penetrate inside my arms. I looked to the direction where that two bullets came from. I saw one member of CRYPTIC holding a pistol. He was trembling from fear.

"Don't move or else..." He took a deep breath before he continue what he was saying. "Or else—" He didn't finish what he was about to say when a huge debris covered by fire hit him and he was like a fruit smashed to the ground. He was like a fruit that has been squeezed until his liquid pulp comes out.

I heard a numerous sound of gunshot around the laboratory. One CRYPTIC caught us escaping and he tried to kill the two immunes in front of me but my nerves and muscles quickly moved and I successfully saved them by covering myself as shield from the bullets.

"Run, Go!" I ordered the two immunes and they ran as fast as they can.

I didn't pay any attention to the man who tried to kill us rather I help myself to escape from this hell place. I've been here for months and I experience here what death really means.

I need to survive from this dystopian society. How long our government ignore this group of criminal called CRYPTIC. How long the people of Central City will hold their tears and courage to speak about the wrong doings of the said group.
How long should we survive here?

We suffered enough.

All I need is a peaceful life.

All we need is peace.