Y'know, folks often say that the road to Hell is paved in good intentions, and to be frank with it, everything's been going to Hell in a handbasket ever since some leech we were hunting got me some 2 months ago. Woke up one day to find myself with an aching headache in response to sunlight, a new appetite of sorts, and new nagging devil sitting on my shoulder.
That ain't even the worst part though, can hardly find time to sleep most days, and the sleep I do get, it ain't peaceful. Most of the time its the usual suspects, nightmares, of the war, the things that I saw, things that I've done. But recently I've been dreaming of something else entirely, something more abstruse, and its far worse. I dream that I'm staring down at thousands of people packed together like sardines, I watch them scream in agony as some horrid specter tears them apart over, and over again in some kind of fucked up action replay in a never ending abyss. Most nights, the faces are of strangers, people I've never seen or met before, but their faces are far too detailed to be a product of memory or imagination. And some nights... I can recognize some of the faces down there, and they belong to people who ain't here anymore.
I think... I think I saw Hell. Even worse... I have a feeling that I might be headed there soon.