Anna glided down the street, the traffic passing silently by. Suddenly she saw a disturbing sight, a man, unaccompanied, walking clumsily toward her. A man, he should be in the Compound with all the others she thought. What is a lone male doing out here. She stopped.
“Who are you? Why aren’t you in the Compound? How did you get out?”
“My name is Daryl Witlow. I don’t know what you mean by this Compound.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know, all men are in the Compound. Where do you come from then?”
“I came from the museum. I woke up after being cryogenically frozen. I’ve just come from there. What and where is this Compound you speak of?”
“All men are in the Compound for their own and our protection. We are under siege. Our men have been decimated. We have to protect them.”
Daryl blinked.“When is this?”
“It’s six thirty eight New Era. When were you frozen?”
“Twenty fifteen by our reckoning. When was that in your time?”
“We changed to New Era in twenty three fifty Old Era. You must have been frozen a long time.”
“Yes, I was. What happens now?”
