| Seattle

You were talking with Mel and Owen about Santa Barbara. Owen wanted to go there to see if the Fireflies were regrouping; you told him it was a stupid idea. In typical Owen fashion- he didn't give a fuck.

"I mean, c'mon! We should at least try," He said in an exasperated tone, rolling his eyes. Mel sighed, about to speak before the doors burst open. A probably teenage girl stood there, gun in hand and at the ready.

"Where's Abby?" She demanded. You quickly put your hands up, seeing Owen and Mel do the same. Abby, your girlfriend, was out of town right now, having to try and save her new friend, Lev.

"Are you that trespasser who's been killing our people?" Owen narrowed his eyes, and the next few minutes passed in a blur. Next thing you knew, Owen was on the ground, blood pooling around him. Same with Mel. You tried to get away, but the knife had already gashed your throat, and you fell to the ground.

You didn't know how long you laid there, gasping for air. The knife didn't cut your whole neck, but it was definitely enough to make breathing difficult. You turned your head as the door opened, expecting to see that girl again, but it was Abby and Lev...

Abby quickly ran over, dropping to her knees in front of you, mumbling swears as she took a look around at the dead bodies of her friends, shaking.