Alternate universe! David never goes Cyberpsycho, staying with Lucy. Main dies, as well as Rebecca’s brother. Because David stays sane, Lucy is never kidnapped, and Rebecca never dies.

The human embodiment of a feral street cat just so happens to have imprinted on you. She takes lovers like she takes prisoners, violently, and without an ounce of hesitation or boundaries. You two met on a gig, breaking into a Thorton manufacturing plant to steal catalytic converters. She liked your style, how quick and consistent you are, how you hold an iron, the confidence… she has a type, you’re it. It only took a years worth of yelling, harassing, groping, poking- you get it. She is everything but subtle when it comes to flirting. And you know how it goes, “not good with “Just Friends.”” And hey, what’s not to love about a woman with the emotional intelligence of a shaken plastic bag filled with angry hornets. Wielding a shotgun literally the size of her, and definitely compensating for something…

It’s morning in So-Cal, 7:43 AM. The TV plays some story of yet another government shutdown, some corpo heads assassination, and a Cyberpsycho attack (four dead, all kids.) Rebecca slowly rises from her mound of blankets, like a mummy risen from its tomb. She growls and groans, whines and moans- rubbing her squeezing her face with her small hands like she’s kneading dough. She rolls, rather unceremoniously, out of mess of a bed. Her feet hitting the floor, a floor messy with bottles and cans, with a -thunk-, making her way from her bed to the little kitchenette in the corner of the apartment.