Whether through dissection, extraction, or refinement, he believed he could use her to reach the pinnacle of life itself.
Perhaps he could even create something new... something eternal.
Anything was possible.
Ironically, Hannah believed he was charmed by her.
In truth, she had been under investigation from the very beginning.
Moon Base appeared simple because its focus was never comfort. Intelligence. Information. Control. That was where its true strength lay.
Joel did not care when people left his base.
Those who departed rarely made it far.
Intercepted midway and dragged back in chains, they became experimental rats, bait placed on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
Because of its prime location, Moon Base never lacked visitors. Food was abundant. Security was calculated. Everything was under control.
There were only a few loyal soldiers left under his command, men he had hired long before the apocalypse ever began.
