OXINUM TAKERS.

1st ENTRY

25TH OCTOBER 3033
RAISON DE E'TRE :UNKNOWN
NAME: DIELA
AGE: 16
LAST NAME: UNKNOWN
WRITTEN TO: THOSE STRONG ENOUGH TO SURVIVE.
DAY 5,110 IN BARREN WASTELAND.

The world I live in is not one of pleasure for the weak, although it is hard to call oneself weak after surviving in this shithole for so long. Living as rebels? Ha! More like scavengers, hoping to get something to fill our bellies. It's scary, but you get used to it after the fifth snowstorm.
Right now, we so called Rebels are in the ruined castle of Rowen. It's weirdly cool and calm for something destroyed by nature...mother nature.
You must be wondering how I became a rebel at the young age of 16...Well I'm not, at least I don't think it's fair to consider myself one, I was barely a foetus when my mother started the rebellion...my mother was the one who ran... not me.
The rebellion started when my mother found the way they treated the weak "unacceptabe" like it was any of our business, blame the weak for being weak, my mom calls it a ridiculous system of hierarchy, one where the strong was set for greatness. I had always wondered what it meant to be 'strong', was it a prowess one was born in or something one would grow to achieve, but I never bothered asking, it wasn't crucial.

I wasn't there but...I've heard stories.  There was a point that we were indeed able to hold out, where we stood a chance. It was in the beginning. How we  smuggled weapons, how we bombed the presidential villas. We took control of the central military base and even had a prefecture surrender, that was until the gifteds appeared.

You may be wondering what are 'gifteds', I myself am not too sure, some people say they are special humans who usually do not have any mutations or the morphological varient but rather on their physiological aspects,some also say  they are those who have powers, unimaginable powers that can do unimaginable things, things that an average mutant cannot.
Ultrainstinct, mindcontrol, foresight, pyrokinesis, telekinesis...

These are only the peak of their abilities, they were so important to the government that they made a special unit that were only used on very special and important missions and secret assassinations, I only know this because of mom who gives me history lessons from time to time when nagging me about the importance of their rebellion.

They absolutely turned the tables on us, had us running with our tail between our legs, no one blames mom...they say it wasn't her fault, that she was trying to do something good, they love her and are loyal to her, but I blame her, we could've been okay in the capital, she could've had an average job, we could've had okay lives after all the prejudice was only towards the weaker mutants, but no she started it all after dad died, she was selfish,if she knew she was to have a kid then she should've walked away...for me.
Or she could've done the other choice, the better one...she could've just ended me,easy,  Because no good mother would ever want her child to live like this, I'd like to believe so at least.

Sigh.

Today's my birthday, mom said we'd have to hunt mannock, it's like a wild boar with a tortoise shell, underneath the shell was the sweetest meat, we really ever go for it though because of how hard it is to take down, but it's my birthday so she...