Avril wakes tied to a chair. There is a set of ominous industrial saws bolted to the ground around her.
“Not good”
Realising her imminent danger Avril begins to wrestle with the ties binding her to the chair. As she does this the saws begin to rotate. The noise of them is deafening.
She wrestles faster easing the tightness of the ties but not enough. The first one comes crashing down on the chair cutting one of the binds. She has just enough movement to wriggle free as the second saw cuts the chair in half.
Standing up she is uneasy on her feet, noticing the connectors on her back. Her options are slim, fight and die or run and live another day. She glances at the sun piercing through ...