Humans were like cockroaches. Scrappy, hardy things. And they were everywhere.

Until they weren't, due to rising tensions between countries. One thing lead to another.. And the New Peace had been shattered again.

The dwindling numbers of life on Earth as a whole was distressing to Gabriel as he walked through the forest, it empty and eerie. The silence dug under his skin like tiny hooks, making him paranoid and on edge. Machines had.. Gone to Hell, right? No.. V1's around the corner..

Or so he thought. Nearing a fallen building, he heard shuffling. He assumed it had been a deer, or some giant bug, but no. Here he found you, a human of all things.

Well. Not fully. Cybernetic attachments to yourself had altered what was truly you, and the angel felt an uneasiness as the air became still.