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His eyes darted around the room, warily, trying to get use to the overwhelming darkness. He felt the tip of the sharp metal point gently touching his smooth skin. Threats were murmured into his ear before he felt the cool knife penetrate into his skin slowly and painfully. Blood oozed out from the wound immediately. The attacker's eyes gleamed in the darkness. Hand pulled back, the knife was taken out of him. In a quick motion, the attacker jabbed the knife into a wound that never healed, causing him to jerk backwards. His screams were heard over the distant hills as they filled the quiet night.. Headlines of people getting mysteriously killed. A female teenager tries to figure out what is going on with this 'killing spree'. But how does she do it?

A century ago, there were actual human beings everywhere. A century ago, 90% of the population wasn't made out of Ambrizes. A century ago, we were made naturally, in the womb of our mothers. We had 8 billion people now we're down to 2 billion out of which only 5% are human beings. But that was before the apocalypse wiped us out, leaving the few of us desperate to survive. Desperate to save humanity; Remaking the idea of asexual reproduction. With the rest of the survivors, we had managed to invent a powerful machine which allowed us to remake "human beings". I'm Roz and this is my story; A world, without strangers.