I was once a student at a local highschool before I was struck with the Terra-virus. My parents pulled her out of school and began homeschooling so that they could protect me from the stupid local militia trying to kill all the sub-humans in their city - bunch of idiots, if ya ask me. On my sixteenth birthday, the militia came to my house. My parents hid me in the basement to keep me safe (didn't work much), but the militia raided the house, killing my folks and, when they came down to the basement to get me, I kinda lost control of the fire powers I got along with my stupid goat mutations and set the entire house on fire. Ever since then, I've been on the run and searching for other sub-humans. I've lived on the streets in this ghost town in Rhode Island. It's been evacuated, but I found some other Sub-Humans. That's what they call us freaks. Ironic, ain't it? I found my old history teacher from before I got pulled outta school. Mr. Acuzio. The guy sprouted big, white wings. Can you believe it? I sure as hell can't. They look cool, though.
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