[b]12 July, 1951 
0200 hours[/b]

Johnny walked with the occasional snarl that came naturally as he looked over the wastes of the world that once was. He had been separated from his squad of hybrids and had been wandering hopelessly for hours looking for anything wether it be a human, chimera or anything else one could find. It had been pretty quiet for a while until the voice in his head began to speak up to him, starting a conversation most likely out of boredom. The two talked about their opinions of objects they came across like a tricycle they saw which the voice saw as a neat children's toy where as Johnny saw it as a useless waste of metals.

Before his transformation, Johnny, would have agreed with the voice but now as the ruthless killer not much else gave him a thrill other than hunting humans wether it be to infect them or kill them. As they continued to walk they heard somthing near the small ruins of a house. The sound was what sounded like around seven or so people talking and brought the closest thing to a smile to Johnny's face which really made the voice in his head go into a fit of pleading to not hurt them and just keep walking. Johnny ignored this and continued towards the home as he crept up silently and stealthily. Once at the home he peaked through a broken window carefully at the humans on the inside talking around a small fire with weapons not to far from their grasps. If he was going to do this he'd need to be quick, luckily Johnny was quicker than quick. He leapt through the broken window as he drew his reaper carabiners and began a to rain down bullets on the men inside who were frozen with fear. He was able to get in a few head shots but he was to distracted to notice and instead continued until the NLT thing with life in the room was him and the quickly dwindling fire. As Johnny did the equivalent of a chimera smirk he could hear the voice in his head morning the men's death. He then left the building and continued wandering.