“Do I know you?”
“Used to dream more back in the days. Even though life was shit and I wasn’t getting any auditions, my dreams kept me going.
Good dreams, ya know. Success, stardom, recognition. Things that actors dream of. I used to act. I tried all sorts, from pantomime to plays to acting dumb in the face of a furious woman, I kinda did it all. But I was never good at taking orders. Or criticism.
I know, I know, there’s an evil side of me. But what can I do in this world? I take pleasure in killing, and ‘pleasure and action make the hours seem short’. Isn’t that what they say?
I did my fare share of lock-up, my fare share of medication, and that only made me better. Made my life longer and my bones stronger. And if I do want to bring my dreams back, don’t try to stop me. I know more ways of severing a head than a 14th century torturer.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here. But is not the devils in the streets that I’m afraid of. It’s the devils in my head.”
“I’m not gonna lie to you, but I love weapons. I love the mechanics of it. So simple and yet generating such complicated things: power, fear, pain, grief, you name it. In this Savaged World, I’ve seen some using it for art. Yes, line them up against the wall, and shoot them in such a way that their brains spray the rocks artistically.
Some call it survival. I call it insanity. It was insanity that destroyed my family. And it is insanity that I’m fighting against. Luckily for me, this world is full to the brim with it.
I left Moscow on my father’s M72, in search of what they call, The HeRBS Team. Or, a group of fanatics who have a plan to connect human settlements. They promise salvation of the human kind. If it involves killing the infected, then sign me up.
And let the bullets fly.”
“I love listening to rumours about me. Love to see people’s faces when they recognise me. Especially men. I intimidate them. They look at me and blush, like boys at the first sight of Rosebud. I’m proud of it. It’s one of the skills I highly value.
And value is important. I had a value when my mother sold me to the brothel. She also thought me survival, an art I perfected in time.
But the one skill that made me the predator that I am today, the one thing I had to learn from my old trade is this: disassociation.
Out in the wild, in the face of certain death, I disassociate my body from my mind and step into the danger zone. Like stepping out of yourself and admiring the perfect destruction that your trained body can inflict.
Angels must be doing that. Death angels.”