The Ocean On His Shoulders

New Year's Eve, 1958... Just me and a few bottles of Scotch... Reign's New Year's speech playing and me without a care in the world...

"Good evening my friends. I hope you are enjoying your New Year's celebrations. It has been a year of trials for us all. Tonight I wish to remind you all that Rapture is your city. It was your strength of will that brought you here and with that strength you shall rebuild. And so, Andrew Reign offers you a toast. To Rapture, 1959! May it be our finest year..."

Finest year my arse... I've already had enough of the terrorists in '58 with Atlas and his uprising... Bunch of lazy thugs that don't give a shit about how good they have it... I sometimes wonder how long before this Atlas joe starts throwing shit at the fan...

Turns out that was now as mammoth explosions rocked the building. Startled, I grabbed a few hypos and my Tommy gun with three drum mags... Now it seemed... Rapture was going to war...

As I charged down the stairs, the thick black smoke from the bombs blinded and choked me and as I reached the bottom I saw only what was left... Corpses of Reign's and Atlas' followers lying massacred as the uprising began and all I could do was watch as many lay dead... Their limbs scattered all over and organs handing from the rafters... One guy was even gutted and used as a party streamer... Sick son of a bitch... It made me vomit a little as arms hung and men were impaled to the wall as decorations... Just left there to rot...

Where would they go next? If Kashmir, a public area which should be secure isn't safe, home isn't safe... I had to go... There was no other option... I had to leave home and flee for safety... I charged back upstairs as the fire in the resteraunt grew, quickly packing some food, around $500 in cash, ammo for my guns, some spare clothing and a handy machete I always kept with me... I was ready... Ready to last a war that would claim so many and utterly destroy Rapture...