You came all this way to find me. Through hundreds of miles of war-torn wasteland.
Why?
What was your motive?
You brought me peace after years of living as some fleshy, otherworldly creature.
Bound by electrical cables and tubing.
Why not just let me rot in this facility?
Everyone's dead. There's no one to do maintenance to keep me alive.
I would have died a slower death within a few months.
I would have been at peace.
They took me in my sleep.
Snatching me up from my place of slumber.
They took me up high, and higher still.
And I found myself here.
Injected with tubing flowing full of serums.
Wires pumping electricity into my brain.
They
