This is not how I envisioned things to be. I had thought the outbreak would come, and give me a chance to be another me. A me that didn’t kill for profit, or train others to do the same. A side of me that isn’t distant and isolated by nature–I was so wrong. Wrong, and I should have known it. I made a promise, that maybe, just maybe I’d leave my past behind, but that was not the case. It came stronger. Then stronger. I say this with no woe, but determination; I am not letting my past go. I will let it blossom into what this island truly needs. What they do not need is law enforcement. What they need, is a monarch with an iron fist. A monarch..with a Legion. This will be my goal. But before this happens–I am to find people to train, or intimidate into the cause. Perhaps my students learned something from me, and found themselves in the right scale of the food chain?

I know not what the world holds, other than what it allows me to see.  And all I see..is a world for the taking.

((Signed off, in red–possibly blood.))                       -Мишка