Fleshware Requiem

"I almost wanted to laugh. Just lean back against the wall and bust a gut with gallows humor. From the destruction of all I held dear, wave after wave of the Living Dead, comrades as likely to give me a knife in the back as a helping hand, and then a demented A.I. that turns men into sex-batteries to feed her lust-crazed programming. Now, I'm alone, unarmed with no supplies, with a mass-murdering mutant ex-convict in the next room. And someone's been rooting around inside my brain..."