Alex Mercer was known as many things.
Some call him a hero. Most call him a terrorist. Others just call him for what he is: a killer; a heartless monster.
Nonetheless, he saved Manhattan from a nuke a while back. Around a month, to be precise. After the incident, he felt as though he should remain "dead."
When he left Manhattan, he thought of his sister, Dana. He knew she would be better off without him. Better off without the monster he became.
But of course, his love for her was strong. She kept him close to his roots, close to who Alex Mercer was.
Hell, she kept him sane. He never felt more human with her around, and he knew that for a fact.
He also knew he'd only be risking her life to make sense of his.
During his time, he decided to roam around some parts of the world (in secrecy, of course) in search of some form of enlightenment. To his avail, he never got his wish.
Though, his trip didn't go without thought.
He discovered just how much Elizabeth Greene was right. He found out that the humanity he was once a part of, was now, in technical terms, a fucking mess.
"People only cared for themselves," he thought, "All they do is wallow in their own filth," "They never change," etc.
Just out of curiosity, he decided to talk to her, seeing as they hadn't chatted in a while.
"Elizabeth?," he asked, only to have no response.
He grunted.
After consuming Greene, he discovered her voice was always in the back of his mind. Always yearning for a way out of her prison. Occasionally dropping advice here and there, helping him become stronger.
"…Why isn't she answering? Out of all the times she drives me crazy with her constant yapping, she settles down now?"
He began to get worried, but just as quick as his worry came, it vanished. He shrugged off the feeling and trudged his way through the path he headed, knowing just what he'd see out there.
A disgusting world.