Running, running, for eternity he had been running. Running, running, from the hordes of Hell. His chest heaving and aching, lungs burning, feeling like they would rupture. A rock thrown by his pursuers missed his head by inches, as it went skidding down the dark city street. The dark streets illuminated only by the reddish glow of burning heaps of trash and metal that once were cars. The air thick with smoke, the smell of burning oil, rubber, and scorched flesh. The crackling fires and piercing screams of his pursuers sounding like demons, intent on feeding their hunger for human flesh. From a smoke blackened window an object flashed briefly then thudded against his arm. Glancing back, he saw the smashed bleached skull that had bruised him. He was tired but he had to get away, he had to!
Rogue is a person like you and me, a person with hopes and dreams, aspirations for love and success, attends church, and is kind to people. Rogue considered himself a kind and decent person, when suddenly his secure world is destroyed and he has to survive. But now in this brutal world the only way to survive is by being brutal.
Join Rogue in his adventure as he strives to be human in Hell.