“Well, My name is Carmen Scotch and I’m 19. Just last week I had an Appendectomy and I died for 49 seconds. Since then I am seeing dead people.” I answered in the most un-psychopathic way I know. From the wrinkles that formed between her diverging penciled brows, I know she doesn't believe me. “So do you see any ghosts around here Miss Scotch?” She asked hiding a smug smile in her red wrinkled lips. “Yes, my friend Henry. He lived at 308, in front of my apartment.” I answered, winking at Henry who blew me a kiss. The old Psychiatrist looked towards the direction with fear but all she was able to see was the well polished windowsill and the red flowery curtains that Henry was leaning on.

Are you one of us? They call us the 'Irradiated'. We were just like any other children before we showed the signs. After we're locked up; experimented and trained, we came out to be the biohazzards that the world secretly feared to have. After five long years, we escape and now we are faster, more dangerous, and ready to kill anyone that gets in our way to save the other children of our kind. Now let me ask you again. Are you one of us? My name is Allyson Hex (Radioactive Experiment no. 012) and this is my story.