Dead Remnants began with a voice in my head. A voice that sounded awfully old and awfully grumpy.
Macajah was a nuisance from the start. He plagued my dreams, day and night, until I started to write some of the dang world down. And as that world began to become a reality (at least on paper), he'd poke at me a little more and a little more until I delved into the background stories of the other characters and discovered who they were and why they mattered, not only when they were living, but also when they were dead.