I try to spare you of the insignificant details. But it is hard, sometimes. Bear with me, for this journey must be told. At least, I think it should be. You should know of the things that led to today. What transpired to bring us to this moment. Listen carefully. Know my life as it was in those days. Feel it as if you lived it. This, all that I convey to you, this is my story.<br/><br/><br/>My God how good that sun felt on my body. I didn't even care that it seared my retinas as I gazed upwards. It was just so very, very nice to be out of the sewers and into sweet, rejuvenating daylight. So little to be thankful in this God forsaken place, this putrid land of decaying flesh.<br/><br/>As was my moment of luck, the streets around the armory were clear. Not a single moan or shuffling step could be heard in the crystal clear air. A calm before the storm, perhaps, but I wasn't to be there long. My only regret was that I could not return the way I had come. In fact, I would not be returning to those sewers again, it seemed. A distasteful reality, to be sure, but, then, so was most of reality itself. The armory wasn't much, not really, but it provided me with some lovely weaponry and various other things. Besides that, I had found the near-dead had rarely traveled to this portion of the city. No clue why, but I cared little then and still don't. I wasn't far, still, from the entrance and I let my wander as it usually did on my journeys. My most recurring thought was, of course, of Rose. Those were both the most painful and delightful.<br/><br/>We had met during one of my travels to New York and grew quickly close. Looking back it was amazing to think that I had grown attached to her at all, or she to me. I had not always been the most sensible person around. I chuckled at that. Course I'm not to splendid of company nowadays, either. I had no set length of stay in New York, as was usual for me, and so I stayed on for weeks. We met and entertained each other so often it seemed as if we never left each others company. I did so enjoy that, to have the company of a beautiful and vibrant woman with whom I could share myself with. Even in death she was beautiful... she would always be beautiful...<br/><br/>Rose...<br/><br/>I yelped softly as my hip smacked into the intercom box at the gate. In a moment of ridiculous anger I took hold and shook it, grunting and groaning as it swayed. With satisfaction I heard the pole creak and bend slightly, giving up soon after. Not much damage at all, really, just venting my frustrations.<i>Stupid machines.</i>I thought with a mental grunt whilst slipping through the gate, which was stuck open barely far enough for me to squeeze through, and went quickly up the short path to the main building. I realized I was mumbling idly as I went, though I paid myself no heed as it was my usual state as of late. My first stop, was to be the main depository of the armory, my feet moving as if I was on one of those silly racecar tracks children used. You know, the ones with the handheld triggers that gave the cars the power to zip about? I remember watching a pair of kids once and was... nevermind... I was in need of ammo. I had no qualms about clubbing those beasts to death, and truth be told it could be immensely satisfying, it was not always the brightest plan.<br/><br/><i>Why in God's name has this happened?</i>I thought yet again as I surveyed the wreckage that had been a body; Corporal, the insignia on her shoulder showed. Dried blood still clung to the walls, it was amazing.<br/><br/>God. Now there's an interesting concept. I never gave much thought to God in these times, as I do not see why he would allow this to happen to the world. Granted it was not the best world, but still. Humanity was not all that bad. Maybe God really was just a silly myth people had conjured up to keep others in line. I didn't think so, however. God existed, that much I was sure of, though His motives were obviously cryptic and downright cocked up. I sighed, passing a few more broken bodies I hadn't had the heart to remove. Damnit I hate getting all philosophical. Just end it already.