<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence found he had no answer to the question, only a vicious lump in his throat that threatened a personal crusade.  He had been one of the few to keep a moral head about him, maybe not entirely sane, but moral nonetheless.  Too many men he'd had to kill just to keep himself alive, or to save another.  Though he'd eventually put the victims down, the window of time between saving and killing gradually grew smaller and smaller until he didn't think of putting a bullet in both victim and savage, he just did it.<br/><br/>&amp;quot;It doesn't matter,&amp;quot; he said bluntly, wanting to leave this cursed place, &amp;quot;Ashes, nothing but ashes.  There's still enough light left to be far away from this place.&amp;quot;  Terrence arose as he had said it, with one hand on his revolver as he walked up the hill.<br/><br/>Then, over the hill, came a man, brandishing a weapon, an automatic relic from before the fall.  Terrence waited for no confirmation of intent, his gun was drawn like lightning and two shots were fired off, one glancing off the gun, causing it to drop and another in the man's leg, causing him to drop.<br/><br/>Terrence wasn't waiting, &amp;quot;Come on...this guy must have some answers.</div></blockquote>