User:Rosslessness/Day 1

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Day 1 profile Another Day, another death. Always the same. I push myself up and look at my clothes. More holes, more blood. The original me is being eroded one slice at a time. As I look at the suit, I remember my pride in my clothing. Like much of the old me that feeling has faded. I wander on. Empty streets, a few of my kind. Here and there a foolish life. Always too late they realise what I am. The changes around me quicken. Life becomes death as the buildings fall. My transformation is almost complete. As the suit which held me decays the true me is released. I am becoming Day 1.