An ally, taken before his time was due. As a ghost I've seen many fighters through the years. Some solid fighters, others... well I think glue was a staple of their diets, but at least they could hold their own in a fight. But sadly my latest charge was exploring the outer walls. We split up in hopes of covering more ground but I lost track of him and have been searching ever since. The last I saw of him was his corpse being dragged by the fallen outside the wall to be littered among the heaps of old automobiles. I can't stop searching for him, he's too important to my mission, even if I will have to break him in again from scratch as his memory will be gone again I'm sure his limbs will remember the feel of his rifle, the thumping of the recoil, smell of the gun smoke, sight of fallen bodies hitting the ground. Good times,... good times. Now back to finding him again!!!