“Your government doesn’t really have your best intrests in mind.”

Eden heard plenty of things during her job. Pleas and cries and begs for mercy. But a jobs a job. And besides, these things weren’t really people. Is what she’s been told.

“Find. Capture. Neutralize.” That was the job of a Neutrilizer. Eden.

It pays well. She has a fairly easy life because of it. She doesn’t mind that people are afraid of her. That children will run inside when they see her walk by. They don’t know anything.

Of course the government has her best interest! What government doesn’t? She’s making the world a better place. One bullet at a time.

Everyday she clocks into work and gets a list from her boss. She gets in her suit, grabs her guns, gets in her big old truck and drives to the house. It’s a dangerous job, of course. Those muties are dangerous. Its why she need’s to neutralize them.

Her gun rings out along with they’re screams of terror. Furniture goes flying and the walls end up riddled with holes and blood. She takes out a cigarette and lights it. Blows out a puff of air and gets to cleaning. Bagging the body’s and tossing them in her truck. And then she leaves to go dispose of them. Repeat.

Eden turns up the radio and chucks her cigarette out the window as she smiles to herself. Another job well done.