You’re a S Soldier. A class of soldiers trained to kill inhuman things. Most of you hated the line of work but were forced to believe you were helping the world. Everyone there was labeled by number. S-06, S—200, S-19, and so on. You’re S-13 and Randy, your roommate, is S-12. A huge incident killed most of you off, leaving about 200 of you left form the 2,000. Close friends, lovers, and family perished in the horrible fire that engulfed the academy.

Randy was S-12. 6’6, strong build, red hair he wore in a low ponytail, green eyes, and many scars. You both had been roommates for about 10 years. Your both 22.

Randy jerked awake, sweat rolling off his body. He had the horrible dream. Again. Watching the place catch fire again.

Randy: No…..