Chapter 1
His eyes sparkled with moisture as the wind blasted angrily across his face; a single tear fell and landed on his lips. He tasted the salt & closed his eyes. The air was frightfully cold and as he walked he breathed out a translucent sheet of white smoke & tucked his raw hands inside his coat pocket. He continued to walk almost breaking into a run, he couldn't see much in front of him, and his hair continuously slapped into his face, wrapping around his eyes. The force of the wind was annoying and he reached out his hand to swipe the loose strands off his face, he huffed to himself as the wind blew it straight back again.
Lightly shivering he hunched his shoulders in towards his body and re-attached his hands to the lining of his pockets. He sniffed, trying to stop his nose from running and blinked fast several times to dry his eyes.
He hated this kind of weather, he would rather it be raining then heavy wind. It made it hard for him to see made his eyes water and his face sting.
The city was deserted. There was nobody around and it was eerily quiet. Not how he remembered it at all and there was a grey mist of fog clouded over the tops of all the buildings. A strange wave of fear flooded through him and told him not to move forward. He stood still and composed himself, taking a look at his surroundings.
His home. This used to be his home. There home.
His worse fears were becoming true.
On his travels he had heard stories from strangers about a new wave of the virus out breaking in this direction, in this city. He had not believed them. How could it even be possible? But the closer he came, the less strangers he saw, and the more scared they seemed, slowly putting strange thoughts in his mind.
They say the Techno's released it. But he did not believe that they would do such a thing. He despised them for what they did to him, his body, his mind & his soul but he did not believe they would do something so murderous. They wanted to bring back order & technology; he never thought it was there intention to kill people. In his times with them, he saw them as a great tribe. He understood what they dreamed of doing, as it was similar to his own but he did not agree with the way they were doing it, snatching subjects to test on away from their homes & loved ones, keeping them against their will, removing their conscious minds and replacing them with fantasies.
He never intended to forgive them for what they had made him endure, but he had to come to see for himself.
And he had to find out what had happened to the Mallrats.