Pursuit
Cassidy Summers pads, barefoot, down the sidewalk in the small town of Fargo, Georgia. He just got here a few minutes ago, having hitched a ride with a trucker not far from the destruction of the facility. Though he has only pants a tattered shirt to his name, and despite the discomfort he feels, Cassidy keeps moving through the streets, looking for a hospital.
Something is wrong with him, and this time, Doctor Milbury isn't here to tell him what it is.
He tries to stop and ask for help, but each person he passes by looks at him in shock, or fear, or most commonly, disgust. They cross the street to get away from him, or they quickly hurry by, pretending they don't see him. Why are they so mean? He just needs to know how to get to the hospital.
He goes around a corner, down a few streets, and eventually sees a sign for a free clinic just a few blocks away. Hope swells in his chest, and he's so happy that he doesn't even hear the truck that's been following him for about half a mile. He also doesn't understand why he feels like something in his chest is trying to get out, but he does. Still, he trudges onward, trying to keep himself upright until he gets to the clinic.
Once inside, however, things go poorly. The nurse at the front desk screams at him to get out, yelling that they "don't serve his kind here". Cassidy doesn't quite get the meaning of that; he's human, and so are all the people in the clinic. The woman screams and yells until the elderly security guard steps forward, hand on his gun.
"What did I do wrong?" he asks.
Moments later, Cassidy is forced outside without explanation.
He's outside less than a minute before he hears the peeling of tires and the roar of an engine. His head turns just in time to see a group of angry young men speed toward him and one of them throws a brick at him.
"GET OUT OF OUR TOWN YA MUTIE TRASH!
" one of the screams, hopping down from the truck and charging toward the young man.
"Hey, I don't want any trouble." he says.
He's rewarded with a punch to the face that sends him sprawling, and quickly enough, he's surrounded by several angry men with broken bottles, chains and other weapons. They haul the boy to his feet and start to work him over.
"Looks like ya found it anyway,
freak." the ringleader says.
