I was eighteen in 2012 and just about to graduate high school. Unfortunately for me and the rest of the world, I never got that far. Only a month or two into the year, nuclear war was declared.
I don't even remember who started it now, but at the time this information was critical. There used to be a system of countries and governments and alliances, but all that disappeared with the first city in a mushroom cloud.
Naturally, all those within range of the blast were immediately obliterated. They were the lucky ones. Those not destroyed by the initial blast were exposed to extreme amounts of radiation. And the bombs just kept coming, from where I had no idea, but that wasn't important to anyone anymore. We were all so sick. No one escaped exposure.
Almost everyone died from the sickness within the first few days. After this mass extermination by the disease, strange things began to happen to those left alive. We began to recover from the illness, and at first, there was much rejoicing. Then everything changed.
We were still infected and our DNA was being transformed by the sickness. Screams rang out through the night as humans were stretched into hideous monsters with inhuman strength. The Freaks. The next morning, they were humgry.
Some humans were not affected by the transformation of their DNA. I'm not a scientist, so I don't know why, or what was different about them, but for some reason, they remained human. They were the perfect prey.
The Freaks attacked the humans without mercy, blinded by their hunger. They ate and tore and littered the earth with blood and bone. During this massacre, the third class of creatures in our glorious new world was discovered. I am one of these.
We still appeared human, but we possessed powers far beyond our former understanding. For some the new abilities were subtle, such as breathing underwater, but for others the changes were unaviodable. The Freaks named us Deceivers, and they feared us more than they should have.
In order to acquire complete dominion over the world, the Freaks sought to erase my kind from the world. We were treated no different by the humans. In the genocide that followed, my kind was grossly outnumbered.
It's 2014 and I am the last Deceiver alive.
This is my record.
