Before the Better Living got involved, my life was pretty awful. I was a single father of to beautiful young ladies, hooked on drugs and tied to alcohol. I spent most nights prowling the streets for a good fuck, and $150 an hour. I had no qualifications, no job, and I was about to be labelled as a 'Killjoy' - those horrible rebels that deserved to be put to death. The killjoy problem was growing, they needed to be wiped out forever.

Then they found me. Crawling the streets, clinging to my sickly daughters, on the verge of becoming a monster. They picked us up in one of their shiny black cars and gave me a beautiful apartment. And it all got better. I suddenly had friends, money, an occupation. I was no longer the lowest in society. I had more authority and power than anyone else in the Better Living system. I could do whatever I want, and it could only get better. I was tasked with what I wanted the most: wiping out the Killjoys. I and my new found friends were untouchable, unbreakable.

But they break the ones I love. Destroy my mind and my thoughts until I became a completely different person.

My name is Tsunami.
This is my story.

1. Zone One