she shies from the light, but hesitantly faced the camera again, staring back with clockwork eyes
This existence...is not easy. My old life was one centered on helping others. In a sense I still do. In a very narrow sense. Or perhaps it's their prey I protect by being a wolf in sheep's clothing. And a disguise like this...all too easy.
Their primary habitat has been laid waste. I know of secondary sites. But as a herd, they are migrating. And I cannot stray too far from the Maker.
I am not looking forward to a change of prey. But the Hunger is only surpassed by the desire to serve.
*wipes a crimson tear from her eye*
Damn you Founder! Why didn't you let me die with honor??? I've become a mockery of everything I...
*turns her head at the sound of a wooden door creaking, and shuts off the camera*