• "darkness, thats all i see, its so dark. where am i, what am i, who am i? for 15 years i have been trying to figure these questions out. so far i still don't know who i am or what i am. all i know is that i am the only one of my kind...a monster...in the form of a human...a nightmare, everyday it seems to get worse. these, creatures, things come out at night, killing, ripping flesh from bone, and i am the only one who can fight them. but this is only the beginning."

    staring out at horizon he stood there, his arms folded, holding the baby that only minutes ago had a mother, but now it had nothing, saved from the grasp of death it cried at its own loss. the mans name was Chris, he had experienced way worse than this before but wasn't expecting anything like it. losing his own mother to the horde was bad enough but watching it happen to a child was a very bad reminder. but that didn't make them any closer to being the same. he cradled the baby in his arms as he walked back to town...replaying the events of the day in his head again and again the horrible sight of the creatures ripping the mother apart and almost killing the baby as well. and as he replayed it over in his head, he felt the same surge of power funnel though him over and over and over, the power that had saved the child's life but was not fast enough to save the mother, the same power that made him wonder what he was who he was and where he came from.

    when he had finally gotten to town he dropped the baby off at the nearest hospital, hoping that it would be ok.

    (((UNFINISHED)))