Samuel~

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The early morning light greeted Him with it's calming touch. His eyes fluttered open, for a moment their was peace, but then it came. The madness awoke shortly after he did.

 [b] Good morning... [/b]

[b]Samuel...[/b]

"Yes... Good morning.." He replied hesitantly. It was always like this, he almost half wished that this dream would end in the earliest hours of his touch with consciousness. Samuel did not even know what was reality anymore. His hallucinations mocked him at every corner, yet somehow he was un-phased by it. Perhaps it was because this world seemed so surreal, so unbelievable. Sure, he had killed before the apocalypse, but it had been different before. He had had inhibitions about his murders, sure the men he had killed for his sister deserved the fate, but was it his duty to commit the act? 

Now it was different. He felt nothing when he killed, almost disregarded his victims life. it was almost as if-

[b]Samuel...[/b]

The voice again. When it came his inhibitions left him like always. He wondered at it. It was so soothing, so warm, so... Addicting.. He could not resist it's call and that frightened him. But, just as always, the second tone from the voice quelled even those misnomers.

[b]Remember Samuel... Remember what we must do.. [/b]

Yes... of course.. how could he have been so foolish. He had almost missed prime hunting time. Samuel sat up and brushed himself off. He had picked an abandoned suburb as his most recent home. His normal wares hung atop the long dead fireplace, greeting him upon his return to wake-fullness. It was almost unbelievable, supernatural powers, the ability to see another's connection to life itself.. It was miraculous... and unbelievable.

Samuel gathered his suit quickly and adorned it. He was long over do for a washing. He would have to attain some means to upkeep his attire, sloppiness was out of the question. He sighed as he finished dressing, even his morning routine was growing tiresome. What was it about this life that seemed so... unbelievable...

He shrugged the thought off as he stepped out of the room. His cane and top hat awaited him. He adorned both and set for the door. Upon reaching it he paused. What was it he was doing again? [b] The hunt.. [/b] the voice came immediately, reassuring him off his place in this world. 

Upon stepping into the sun lit world he was put at ease. Something about the smells and sounds of morning had always brought him peace. "How quaint.." He remarked in passing before moving on promptly to the task at hand.

He reached into his breast pocket and retrieved a beautiful wooden pipe that he had acquired from his old friend Matthias. He lit it and took a few long puffs before continuing his well paced gait.

Today was going to be a busy day..