...<br/><br/>You know, I can remember the first time I saw one of those poor former humans. I was working, then. Not that I really needed to. I had money. Old money.<i>Real</i>money, I guess you could say. If you were takin to liberties you could say it was family money. Heh. Almost sounds like a joke now.<br/><br/>Ung. Christ that hurts...<br/><br/>But yeah, I never really needed money, or rather I never needed more money. Or whatever. I worked to break up the monotony of life. Odd jobs here and there sometimes. Working for less than I was really worth, considering my skills. Not that I minded, I was content to get less attention than I could draw unto myself.<br/><br/>But oh, yes, that night. I was workin at a twenty-four hour pharmacy then, just before the shit really hit the pool. Er, fan. Fuck... Morphine, anyone? Jesus. Yeah, so. Someone just left the window when... well, someone pressed up against it. Didn't see her at first, but when I came around the corner she started scratching at the window. I'll never forget it. Had this look like she just saw a free all you can eat buffet. It was disturbing, even for me.<br/><br/>Next thing I know, an SUV went plowing into her. Craziest thing. Like a freak accident or somethin. But I never forgot that dead stare as she scrabbled to get through that thick window. Yeah. Fucked up night.<br/><br/>...