For Readers That Got Here
That night, January 1st, 2017, Chloe walked out through the back door of the psychiatric home, turned to the woman that helped her.
'I'll never forget this'.
The plump dark woman, who was draped in a bulky sweater and had eyes of a rat, which were proudly adorned by her glasses. 'Madam Kings. I can never forget you in my life for all you've done for me and my family'.
'Thank you'.
Chloe walked out into the cold night amidst the noise of people around celebrating the New Year. She clambered up a tree and saw the rope meant for her. She used it to drop down to the other side of the compound. Chris was already waiting for her, and he helped her down. Then, covered her in a big jacket.
'Now, you see', she said as she sat comfortably in the car he parked at the back of the compound. 'You're my designated survivor. Let's go and purify the world'.