Reluctant
Within in the domes was a bit strange. As I briskly trotted back to the place from which we had only just come, I knocked chest and shoulders into many of the slew of leering strangers. The ones who fell victim to my clumsiness—either cursed me, pushed me, or flash an evil look at me. This, as one would expect, reminded me to keep my distance.
I was the only one going back. Back to the strange organization where there were strange women in white, all acting like robots. But I had to go back. I've lost something valuable to me there.
I stopped at the entrance. It seemed to be locked. I was the last survivor of the invasion, and the last person to make it to this dome from the outside world. That was why the woman in white referred to me as a strange code with the number ten thousand at the end.