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The people had conflicted, grew, decreased from disease and famine, and increased again, until the world was a sick, dark place.

She was the love of his life.

He had better things to do than terrorize an unfortunate group of mislead humans.

It was too risky to leave an obvious trail such as blood back to the only secure place he had.

A wasted effort. One bullet lost to a man who had taken thirty from other survivors.

“Why the fuck did you have to do that?”

The contact was whisked away as suddenly as it had come, cold and pointed and digging into the softest points in his body.

Voice-like noises drifted from Gerard’s bedroom into the bathroom where Gerard was knocking stuff over to get to his first aid kit.

The water rushed down the drain, dark and clotted with soil and other stuff he didn’t really want to know the origin of.

The needle felt strange under his skin; it was cold, haphazardly placed, and puncturing his breathing channels, even though he had done it that way thousands of times.