My life began five years ago, my earliest memory being brought out from under the rock towards the single, blinding torch light. A single black hand had reached out to me from the sealed box I was in, drawing me to reality with no memory and only a name engraved in white on my leg.
I remember seeing around me in childish awe and wonder, skyscraping buildings had fallen, the once streets of the city now buried and cracked, cars had been half incinerated, broken bones found in piles, bullet cases and tank treads the remnants of recent battle, all were bathed in the low light, the sky a deep, dark haze of orange and red. The one who had brought me out to this destruction left as soon as he had appeared and the memories that followed are a haze, I had to be tested, dated, checked and inoculated before I was given freedom.
The following week I had decided to make sense of what was happening, there was one city that I was confined to, me alongside thousands, millions of people. I was the onl