"Up." He waves his gun, indicating I should climb to my feet.
I remain on my knees as he looks me up and down, his eyes narrowed.
"Who are you?" I demand.
He doesn't look like the men who shot at me in the clearing. He's cleaner, less rugged. His face is clean shaven, and his clothes have been meticulously patched. He looks more like a citizen of Sanctuary than an Outsider.
"I would ask you the same question, but I already know who you are."
What the hell is with all of this recognition? First the guys who kidnapped me, now this stranger. Had I turned into a celebrity while delivering the vaccines?
The idea of celebrity has changed since the Great Fall. Before, celebrity belonged to men and women who entertained. Either through sports, music, movies, books or politics. Now, celebrity
