Devin walked over and took a cot near the door, stretching out a bit. "I've been here since i was 12 years old, before that I spent my days at a farm near Dublin." His accent was thick when speaking about his home. "How I miss the farm, at least then IT wouldn't have ruined my life." His eyes began to tear up a bit, memories flooding his mind. "Since It attacked us, I've been living as best I could, stealing from empty homes, killing those who tried to kill me. I wish things could have been diffrent."