Rough draft to Embers

Survival, an instinct for animals. To fight to the death over scraps of meat or protect one another from hidden dangers. Humans today don't need it and most don't use it, except for the hybrids. We are hunted like dogs and out sense of survival is hightened. The regs want us gone. The creators want us dead, but we want freedom,we run by day and mourn by night. We mourn our old lies were survival was just and instinct not a way of life. For we are. The Hybrids.