... The Pitter Patter of rain outside the small window, and the occasional crash of thunder are intermixed with the sound of soft breathing. It is a storage room, filled with people... Ex-People. Creatures that no longer think for themselves. That are incapable of thinking for themselves. The flash of lightning illuminates the room, revealing the blank empty faces sitting upon the cold stone floor. Tools, awaiting the chance to be wielded by their Master. My eyes were already open, staring into the darkness. I was unaware of myself for the longest time. I blinked once. Twice. Three times. And I remembered my final moments. The heat of the flames licking against my broken body. Amber Eyes glowing with amusement at the edge of the flames. The building I fell from becoming engulfed in the inferno. And then darkness. The darkness I awoke in.
Six Months six days and six hours after the day that I died.