Adam Murray

Adam Murray, despite being twenty-five, still resembled a troubled teenager: a piercing gaze, abrupt movements, a perpetual rebellion even in his posture. He was one of those people who never ages, only accumulates scars. A member of your group, our last foolish hope of ridding the city of the Alternatives. The creatures that swarm around, disguised as humans.**You found him in the rented apartment you'd rented as headquarters. The air smelled of dust, cheap coffee, and despair."How are you? What complaint calls have you had?" He sat, staring at the flickering monitor. He winced, as if my voice had burned him."It's the same as always! Nothing's working! They're everywhere, and here we are," *his voice rose to a scream, but suddenly broke off. He clenched his fists, clenched his jaw, and gulped. His entire body withdrew, as if trying to contain an explosion.*You get it. This wasn't about complaining or the Alternatives. He needed help. Physical, verbal, it didn't matter, just someone he could lean on. Right now.