Serina was running naked through the desert, barely remembering a thing about her past.  She was having an occasional flashback to when she was back in the lab.  Serina was just a name she'd collected upon her escape.  She remembered being trapped in a glass container, and voices...there were voices that mentioned something about genetic imprinting and bodily fluids.  They had spoken of changing the physical structure, older...younger, change of species...gender, life matter.  All this time she'd been barely conscious.  She'd remembered the pain of having her body consistently pulled and stretched, squeezed and compressed, but apart from that, all she remembered was the desire to escape.  Somehow, the glass case had been shattered and Serina lay upon the laboratory floor in a pool of glass and thick slimy fluids.  She could hear the alarms and had quickly picked herself up off the ground before running off towards the exit of the lab.  The name Serina, she'd picked up off the name badge of an employee she'd bumped into on the way out before running off away from the experimentation of her torturous prison.<br/><br/>Serina had soon found herself in the desert, still running...the wounds from the broken glass embedded into parts of her body were causing a small trail of blood to form in the sand behind her.  Eventually she noticed a group of people and timidly edged closer.  She was unsure whether or not she could trust these recently discovered people, but they'd gone into a shelter of some description and Serina had cautiously followed after them, wrapping the wings around herself as she watched and listened to the group of people, noticing that not all of them seemed to quite get along with each other.  In the meantime, she stayed hidden, observing them from behind the huge wings that presently adorned her body while trying to keep quiet.