It's been two years after the war and I still can't remember myself. Sometimes it's seems I'm hallucinating.
I started seeing things after the bombs fell. Maybe the time underground made me like this, but I still can't place myself. I see a child playing... My mother calling him, but he won't listen, like he is trapped on his own head. "When I was a child, I heard voices
Some would sing and some would scream
You soon find you have few choices
I learned the voices died with me." ...