Thomas stood there, eyes squinting up at the large building he was in front of. He had managed to wrap a piece of white sheet around his mouth and over the top of his head. Unsure of how deadly the sun flare was in this part of the world, or at this year for that matter. He'd been hearing so many different stories. They had to be stories none of it made sense.
He'd managed to find a stick from some trees off across the other corner toward a park area. He'd been carrying it with him, holding it as though he'd stab someone if they looked infected. He smelled of sweat, the stench of not being allowed to bathe for more than 2 weeks was enough to make him nearly puke each day he'd been trapped inside the white room. Things were green here, was this some sort of paradise? Were they truly away from the hand of wicked. What about the tag he had in him, the device. He remembered that much, they could still control him and it made him paranoid.
Looking around he heard his name, no idea he looked like some sort of mental patient at the moment. "Whose that? Theres..." He had seen the dark hair and had only thought that it could be Theresa, but he wanted nothing to do with her. She was a traitor. She'd broken him into a million pieces, but this wasn't her. No. This was the girl from the computing system..."Isla?" He had probably butchered her name having never heard it before. Something like Is-Lah rolled from his tongue.