A sea of bodies, dotted with blood and gray steel encompassed me. My blade, slick with blood in all its carefully-kept glory, screeched its song of joy at the glorious red liquid crawling down the cold, deadly metal. I dragged myself, vision blinking, up to a standing position, doing my best to ignore the fatigue that overwhelmed my body and the pain in my legs. I felt myself fading away...

Dammit... I refuse to die this way... I... Refuse...

2003, December - San Francisco, California (United States)

Fear crept into me as the full brunt of my paranoia kicked in. I abandoned my place, perched in front of the laptop with a bag of chips and a can of Mountain Dew, and headed towards the door, where someone was furiously knocking at my door.

"Co-ming!"

I yelled out, opening the door before feeling the odd sensation of a knife to my neck. I paniced, scrambling around and managing to get a thin cut on my hand, making me even more wild. I scrambled back into my room as the unknown person gave pursuit. Scrambling down the bed to clench my hand over a familiar piece of metal and plastic - my tazer. In my fear, I aimed in the general direction of the person and fired, allowing the two cables to fly and impact the unknown intruder. I took a few steps back before clenching down on the trigger beneath it, allowing a stream of electricity flow into the man. The blue sparks were nearly unspottable due to their blinking, but the shakes and jerks the tall bastard gave were enough.

Sighing in relief, I stepped back a couple steps before the odd feeling of having a piece of sharpened metal in my chest.

I was dead before I hit the ground.

????, ??? - ????, ????

"The final coming? What the hell are you talking about, you crazy shit?"

A man with a business outfit yelled out in fusteration. "And for that matter, where the hell is this place?" A obvious red blotch colored his chest area.

"Ah, that is the question of the day, is it not? I suppose you would like to know..."