The Good Left Undone. [Open.]

[EZRA KALE D'EATH]

Ezra could have been described as a lonely kid, he wasn't exactly the most hospitable but being of his age it didn't seem right to be endless alone and surrounded by so much death. Perhaps that was why he was so messed up. He walked through the dead cities, finally off duty. Well it was more like deserting his job. He was an assassin and being around death didn't seem too far fetched. But a kid of only twenty one slitting so many throats seems unearthly.

He would never admit it but he was lonely. He kicked as a stone, possibly bone he wasn't sure but this place was filled with death. The building around him were stripped to the bone, looking more like spines than offices. He kind of like the strange artistic taste of the dead city. Perhaps others wouldn't share his taste but that hardly mattered to him.

He was tired of the Nation and having met plenty of the bastards he was almost willing to convert to resistance side but there was no bloody profit there. Only a bunch of so called warriors pretending to play with anarchy. Well he could give them a good taste of anarchy. It was getting freaking cold outside and this city gave little warmth within its wall-less frozen buildings.

Well this was damn great, he thought as the snow piled up against his feet and he shivered into his dull black clothes and tugged his toboggan farther over his black hair. His face was pale with frost and he wasn't sure what the hell he was doing. "Well this is just damn great,"He said as he kicked dully at the cracked frosted concrete of the old city. God he wished there was something better to do than wander through the cold. Hell killing someone sounded like heaven to this. He could simply blame karma.

He looked down with a grimace and confusion as he ripped a bunch of perfectly live flowers from the snowy ground. "What the hell?"