Chapter 1 - Enter Point Man

It had been a rough week. That's how a lot of the weeks had been since Armacham lost control and Alma was unleashed into the world. Sure, things had returned to what could be considered normal. But things will never be normal again for him. He wanted to return straight back to work. It would serve a suitable distraction and besides, his mission was far from done yet. But the F.E.A.R executives forced him under a "leave of absence" to give him time to recover from his experience both physically and mentally, as if it were possible. He took another shot of whisky, thinking that he could drink away what he saw, what he learned. But he didn't drink, and he wasn't that kind of person. After surviving what no one else could he became a wanted man for Armacham, and unless he was constantly on the move, they would eventually catch up with him. His job couldn't guarantee protection, and he decided that only his own wit and ability would. So he finally agreed with himself to leave the bar, and abandon his attempt at the "morbid alcoholic" personality. He began to walk to his car when the thoughts of the past returned to his mind. Adapting to life after the escape from Fairport City was hard at first, but eventually became routine. The vivid nightmares he experienced had faded off into nothing more than a dull murmur that only came to him in rare instances. He made sure to get as far away as possible from Fairport and to a place safe from the grasp of Armacham. Even though Armacham's strength could only stretch so far, he still knew they would be looking for him. He would move from place to place throughout the country, and when he would find a place to stay he would only stay there for no more than a few months. He became increasingly paranoid, although he kept it to himself. He took himself out of his own thoughts when he reached his car. It took longer than usual to fumble through his keys until finding the right one, and this was probably due to his intoxication. He was aware of how dangerous driving under the influence could be,
to a normal person. Being psychically enhanced his senses were not so vulnerable to the effects of alcohol. Another reason to believe the futility drinking in the first place. It would be a long drive, so he let his mind wander off once more. He began to wonder if the running was right. Was there really any escape from who he is? Perhaps looking back into the time when he was still surrounded by chaos would give him an answer, even though this would not be the first time he thought about such things. He closed his eyes for a mere moment and let the memories trickle back into his mind...