I got to the airfield with the cops trailing about 3 miles behind. The scent of a serene environment enveloping me. A crash landing. I had to crash, into the forests of Ireland, and start a new life. The animation fueling me, the killer’s instincts. I had to kill to live. Death was what killed me, and killing me is what I let it do. The cold, hard ground beneath me as I waited for the animation to come, to kill. I knew this was the last chapter of my life.