For the first time in many years I felt emotion for someone else. As I stood staring, I remembered a time when I lived free, not fearing what a day may bring. Having a loving wife and a new baby girl. Collecting myself, I knew that these emotions would only serve to get me killed. Over the years I have learned that there is no room for remorse, mercy, or pity.
Survival can hinge upon a mere scrap of information.
In this day and age I have seen many die, some by their own hand, more then a few by mine. I question why I go on, but at the same time knowing I can't give up. I must get back to my shelter before I am discovered. Grabbing the boot, I headed back to my hideout. Because I have not taken the mark I must be cautious at all times, for I am a hunted man.