One hundred years ago the virus came and wiped out most of humanity. Some of us were only carriers and the virus made us stronger. It gave us abilities. We would be the ones to go to the surface and begin humanity once again.
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The first thing you should know is once I was just like you. I followed my dreams to a lonely city hoping to find that meaningful life that gave me purpose. Instead I found myself stuck in a mediocre life filled with the same routine. Waking up late daily in another drug hangover rushing off to flip another burger with the hope that my paycheck would cover a portion of the overdue gas bill so I didn't freeze to death in January. Not that anyone would really give a shit. I was on the path where I would eventually just become that weird smell the neighbors in A3 noticed. That was until one day the skies greyed and the world died.
The second thing you should know is I am nothing like you. I am what you would call a superhero, if anyone was alive to need saving. Those who remained alive after the war were in this bunker: Marines, scientists, the rich, politicians and us superheroes. We were only kept alive because we mutated instead of dying like everyone else. We became science experiments. Daily blood draws like something would change in my blood overnight. Skin samples and radiation exposure tests would round out my morning schedule. Then training after lunch. Just a new routine in a new unexceptional life.
Ninety years I have been here. Ninety years and no one has figured out anything from my blood or my skin. In ninety years, my face has not aged. My bones have not become weak. My hair never greyed. I am stronger than I have ever been. Ninety years I have wondered what is above the safety of this bunker. What is the world like? I have found a way out. Tonight, I take that chance. If you are reading this, I am either gone or dead (if I can even die?). Either way I have found the way out.
- XII (Twelve or as I once was known, Triston Dunlap)
