Hatred. Absolute hatred. Your mind thinks of nothing else besides how much you hate. What do you hate? Five men. Those five men, and how you will murder all of them, are all that you can think of. Hot flashes race through you, an icy heat engulfing your body. You twitch, very stiff, but alive. A great strength seeps into your limbs, greater than the strength of a normal human. You take a few ragged breaths, an odd feeling in your throat. You're finding it difficult to get the air to your lungs, but you're thankful that you have the ability to breathe at all. You open your eyes, a cold mist having settled over you. You're on a grassy hill, away from any nearby towns. Your cries for help went unheard. You think it's time to try rising up again...