The first thing she saw was a circle surrounding a crossed star. 

Priscilla awoke in a tent. She was inside a bed, the immense green tent, surrounding her. Where the heck...?  She saw the tent bore a symbol. The circle and the crossed star was imprinted on the tent. She reached for a weapon, a glass cup, and raised it at the guy sitting next to her. The guy smacked the cup away, and it crashed to the floor. 

Priscilla tried to scream, but the boy covered her mouth. "Shut the hell up! You are going to get our chassis killed!" Priscilla looked at the boy's jacket. It had the symbol. "You have the damn symbol!" "You think I like this?! I don't want to kill helpless survivors! Now be quiet. I feel like I'm the only rebel left.

Priscilla calmed down realizing that the boy may be her only help yet. "S-so what do we do?" "Well... first we should introduce ourselves," he put his hand out for her to shake,"Name's Gordon..." Priscilla shook his hand. "Priscilla." "You know what Priscilla? This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship..."

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"So you're telling me, that the Morning Star has been killing people all over California?" 

Gordon nodded his head. "Fortunately, I'm just a medic. I hate the Morning Star. They have the deadliest gang everywhere." Priscilla remembered Madison. "Well then..." Gordon gave Priscilla a bottle of water. "I think we can stop them." "What do you mean?" Gordon bit into his apple. "We are gonna have to pull an Alexander The Great." Priscilla nearly choked on her water. "A what?" Gordon took another bite. "If we kill the leader of the Morning Star, his five generals might fight for control. No one knows who will be the next leader. There's no will, no preference, nothing..." Gordon threw the apple core away. Priscilla closed her water. "So if we start a civil war..." "They will be weakened, and the other rival gangs will fight for control!" Priscilla became cheerful. "Well... let's kill some gang members!"