And then, there was life.<br/><br/>Rock Hammer wanted to wake up quietly, subtle, but obviously a behemoth like himself was incapable of doing things half-way. By the time he came to in their new shelter Rock Hammer was wheezing for breath. He felt as if he was suffocating, a feeling that he has never felt before. He felt lightheaded and with a headache, some parts due to having the air breathed out of him, but also because before he had been bashing his head against the ground. He still had a few scraps to show for it, though he was no longer bleeding. Sitting up Rock Hammer looked around his surroundings to see what had become of him.<br/><br/>To his surprise the previous company was still with him. There were even some new faces. For a moment this actually pleased Rock Hammer; never before has he ever been in the company of so many people who didn't want to kill him. But then he started to remember what happened. The voices called out to him, searching for a girl. But Rock Hammer didn't follow their orders and tried to escape, carving a path of destruction as he tried to silence the voices and get back to work. But... But then there was darkness, and now he was here. This place did not look like the undercity of Moscow.<br/><br/>Rock Hammer didn't need to ask because he already knew: He and the others have been kicked out of the safety of the city. All because of him. Suddenly a deep sense of guilt struck Rock Hammer; another unfamiliar but painful feeling. It was worse then suffocation: Physical pain was something he's grown accustomed too, and he was certain that he could survive, if not outright resist, another air-sucking situation. But the pain of guilt hurt him on the inside, and his thick hide skin could do nothing to dull the pain. These people, despite their short time together, were his "Friends". Or the closest thing he's had aside from his own hammer. But it was also because of him that they were removed from the city, unprotected by the elements. They haven't even gotten a chance to lay their heads and rest.<br/><br/>The voices soon returned, but they spoke only random garbles that made no sense in this situation. They seem to have forgotten about whatever their past obsession was, but nonetheless their presence was an annoyance to Rock Hammer. he droned them out, and indeed the voices of anyone else who would speak to him, before standing up and moving closer to the door. He did not leave them, not yet, but should they chose to exile him from the group he would do so. With a heavy-heart he would make his leave, but he at least understood what he did was wrong. In the meantime Rock Hammer just sat next to one of the entrances of the ruined, serving as it's silent watcher.