I'm still not in control of myself, my body walks with the carcass of another man dragging behind me, his fate was sealed when he stayed out at night, the building we are in has a kind of day-night cycle.  By day the lights are on and I am free to move, by night well.  I'm a psychopath killer that won't think twice about killing an innocent child.  My body continued walking for miles it seemed, then I finally saw it.  The Hive, there where swarms of things like me, we are all the same.  Controlled body's, forced to do the bidding of our master.  Our bodies themselves are nothing alike we are all deformed in terrible ways, for me I just have one big long arm and one short skinny arm.  He is a demon our master, the biggest one of us with spikes and horns all over.  He is as tall as the store is wide some say, I've never seen his face.  He stands in the fog, his arms stretch to the floor from wherever his shoulders are.  When he speaks it is of death.  He would then not be pleased, his arm would grab you and send you up to heaven.  Or more truly hell.  Every night we go out, we kill as many as we can a night, and we get sent back to the nest.  After I gave my offering to our master, and after we all did.  We stood in lines waiting, the father took those of us he was displeased with and sent us on our way.  Morning has now arrived, I am free to move now.  Now there are two kinds of people, the people that agree and just go along with there life.  And there are the people who fight against, these are the people that truly win.  Every day with regaining control of my body I run as far as I can to look for an exit.  I can never find one because every night, I get sent back to them, and that, that is the true hell.  Not even death can be worse than having no will but one to kill.