So many thoughts, so many emotions. When my Ghost woke me from whatever plane of existence I was on, there were floods of images, pleasure, pain, loss, elation. There were the sensations of heat and cold - the wind on my face carrying a strange, acrid smell as I looked at the burned out and rusted hulks of metal around me. Bones and dust, decay and life - plant and animal - it was all so confusing for a moment. And then there was Ghost, shouting at me to move and to hurry into a nearby building for cover. I heeded him, hesitating for a moment, like a child unsure of his parent's command. Why did I need to run? Why that building? Why did I need a weapon? Why did this all come so naturally? Though Ghost filled me in later on a thousand years of history, in that moment, I was very confused. Lucky for me, the confusion wasn't paralyzing. Despite the dilapidated condition of the facility, the building was still warmer than the outdoor; unfortunately, ...