Elias

Philip stood from Rebecca's side of the bed and went to the door of their pod. Philip saw it required a fingerprint and a retinal scan.

Philip sighed.

'Just their luck.'

"What could have caused those tremors?" Philip mused out loud.

The man in his thirties that has been keenly observing the two of them since they entered the pod spoke.

"It's him, I mean who else would be mad enough to infiltrate this fortress?"

Rebecca's eyes widened and turned to him.

"It's that monster with demonic eyes. Is that wretch even human?" He continued.

Rebecca became defensive.

"Don't talk about him that way."

The man looked at her shocked and confused. More confused than shocked.

The man eyed Rebecca who had stood from head to toe.

"Are you one of those disgusting followers? Fanatics, every single one of them, " he spat.

Now that Philip noticed, he seemed to be a Southie, from his accent.