It all happened so fast – too fast for Cameron to truly process what was happening in front of her until Justin was at the mercy of the second attacker, who did not look like he was going to stop until he achieved his goal. The ear-splitting sound that the weapon produced made her fall backwards, and she shielded her eyes with an arm as she squinted to get a grasp on the situation. Before that could happen, a hand lifted her to stand and dragged her to run along with their liberators. 

Her mind was buzzing with questions as she huffed and puffed to keep up with the group –
[i]”Who the hell are you?”[/i]
[i]”Where the hell are we going?“[/i]
[i]”Why do we have to run all the time?”[/i]

For what seemed liked hours, they moved through the dark in silence, staying closely knit as they navigated through a thick forest of lush greenery. 

At this point, Cameron had gotten a good look at the two scouts that had rescued them. Both were male. One was large and muscular with a shaven head and an unchanging, stern expression on his face. The other man was slender and moved slyly. He seemed to be the more endearing one of the pair; he periodically slowed down to wait for Cameron when she fell behind or assisted her in navigating through patches of lifted roots that she would not have noticed. 

“We’ll stop here,” the larger man grunted as he surveyed the area. A sigh of relief was all Cameron had to offer at the suggestion as she dropped her pack on the ground, her body soon following suit. As she kneeled down and dug in the bag, the same man addressed her in Justin.

“Where are you coming from?” His voice, although speaking quietly, still seemed to boom throughout the silence surrounding them.  
Cameron’s eyes darted up to his. “Omega.”

He signaled his partner to follow him about ten feet away from Cameron and Justin to talk amongst themselves. Cameron looked over to Justin and eyed him quickly. He must have been exhausted – god knew she was. 

Both men returned, now focusing their questions at Justin. 

“We know of Omega. We have special instructions if we find survivors from your settlement. But before we can carry out our mission, we need you to prove Omega is your home.” The man stepped closer as he vocalized what he wanted, causing her to scoot back a bit, then to look at Justin. He was so unreadable, and she decided then that it was probably better to make him their ambassador. Her temper mixed with the confusion she had from everything happening to them would make her a poor choice.