“Anyway, I was chocking. I could not breathe. Then I saw my father a few feet ahead of me. He was Moses, transforming the traffic into an empty dark tunnel. The walls and ceiling were lined with necro-cultists bodies buried in the cement with only the heads showing. It was like some primitive burial ground, except that the corpses were still alive. They were desperate for victims to mutilate, so they could free themselves from eternal torment. Behind me there were thousands of mutants and rebels running in my direction. My father commanded me to kill them all. I was indecisive. My legs wobbled. Just before I woke up, I felt his arm reaching inside my head, ripping out my brain and throwing it to mutants to slow them down. I screamed that without a brain I could not complete the neo-genesis
