A hundred lifetimes ago the war began. I was just an ordinary man then. I wasn't a soldier, a leader...certainly not a monster. I was simply a man trying to survive the only way I knew how. In the early days, we struggled and fought for what little we had. Mostly we ran. We ran from the hordes of dead that so tirelessly pursued us. I killed some people true...but I never wanted to. I wanted to live a peaceful life in the remnants of the world that the dead had made their own. I wanted to be unknown. I wanted to fade into the mists of time leaving nothing more than bone and ash. But they came...