Ashleigh Meadows is finally free, for now, and she is not alone anymore. There’s a group of them now and she’s running with them, somewhere, anywhere, as long as they’re not caught.

A whole group of acidic blobs of gelly roam together, trying to find somewhere safe. Perhaps they’ll find that their old lives welcome them, or just find them, with open arms? At least they need somewhere safe that they can call home. If they make it anywhere safe that is. It’s hard to take random group of people and make them into a family, especially when some don’t like you, or when some one may have more severe mental issues.

Free from containment and containers the group of recently freed blobs makes a run for it. They don’t know who exactly they’re running from except to be free. Which means that they can’t trust anyone. They can’t even trust themselves. Not with what they are, and what they could do even accidentally to any delicate Humans they might come across. Not with what some of them are slowly remembering that they were before… not all of them were nice, office workers.

There’s no going back, but is forward the way to go? Are they ever going to be safe? Are they going to be safe around others? They are dangerous, even with their many weaknesses. Bad things could happen.