Day- 1

I stand at 7 ft; I wear all black in the day and night.  Jet black hair as dark as the night sky covers my blue eyes that seem to gleam from the shadows, always watching constant movement. Biceps ripple from underneath the black shirt and jacket that I constantly wear; I worked out before present day Gilead. My past, which seems like eras ago, is too vague for me to remember. I have dreams and nightmares. One of my dreams is that Gilead is perfect and all of the Wives are fertile again and the war is over. My nightmare is that of pain and suffering, an endless torment of blackness. I peer through the black clouds and see the war ravished country formerely known as Gilead. My face and body are all I can see, but I am floating outside my body. I see myself try to stand, but as I get to my feet I am gunned down by rebels. Those are some of the dreams and nightmares that I have.