Marked for Execution by YD La Mar

Haunted by the fragments of my mind, I found sanctuary in a world without hope or mercy.
Survival was all we could focus on, and it drove us to extremes in the name of saving humanity.
Worse, beneath the panic and fear, something else stirred.
Something I couldn’t run from began changing me in ways I couldn’t explain or understand.
The lost piece refused to find its way back to me.
After an ambush ripped away the comfort of lies, I realized that the only way through this nightmare is forward.
Nothing I do or say will ever turn back the clock, and I’ve had to make my peace with that.
I’ve become an enemy, marked for execution.
Life, or at least what’s left of mine, just got a little more interesting.