Abel should have let me die.
Jack should have killed me.
Abel had no business resurrecting my corpse.
Now I'm tormented by ghosts of monsters, including the one I've become, as I trudge through the hellscape that is Population.
Only this time, I'm part of Abel's band of misfits trying to rebuild civilization.
Among the cheery idiots are alien allies and humans too stupid to live.
None are so grating as Pia.
Pretty and kind and gentle, she might be the worst among.
