Summary: Written and read by ApocD. Market Street was a warzone. Broken bodies covered the street and sidewalks. Most bodies had eyes missing. Streis wondered if he'd ever known any of them; with the condition of the bodies, there would be no way for him to ever know. They saw no one else alive as they ran toward the Embarcadero. The makeshift clinic was gone; all that remained were scattered strips of the canvas that had served as the clinic's walls and roof. Streis wondered what had happened to the homeless man. He had seen the phantoms, which meant he had a network implant. He was probably dead. They stepped over bodies and found an open area beside the water. Reed doubled over, gasped for air, and was sick. Streis turned; he was afraid seeing Reed would make him sick as well. Ito, who seemed comfortable with the carnage around them, looked to the sky. Streis looked up and saw sunlight dancing off a distant object. The object grew until Streis could see that it was a transport. Reed joined them. ldquo;Sorry about that. I've never seen anything like this.rdquo; Ito kept looking up. ldquo;Not many people have ever seen anything like this. Probably just the people in the great wars. No one in our generation.rdquo;
