John's eyes flash open as he hears the faint sound of glass breaking. He inspects his surroundings. He's in a tube filled with some strange liquid. Something in his head tells him that it's not safe. That it's something not meant for him. He looks out of the strange tube that holds him prisoner and sees that he's in an empty room. What happened? He was driving home from the hospital and then...Vitus. Those bastards! John was angry. They had put him in some tube filled with god know what. But he wasn't just angry. He felt weird. His breathing got heavy and his fists started clenching. He got panicky. Was he having a panic attack. He suddenly screamed and the glass flew outwards, as if he had slammed a bat into it from the inside. John stepped out of the tube, his breathing slowed. Had he done that? This was scary. He looked around the room and found that it was empty of anything living. There was the shattered tube, now leaking liquid, and a steel surgery table, complete with an array of very scary sharp tools. John shook his head and armed himself with a tool that looked like a machete. But longer. "Let's kill some aliens," John said as he walked towards the door.