Prologue
June 25th, 2013. It's been two months since the virus known as Blacklight; hit the United States like a ton of bricks. It first rose from Manhattan like a bat out of hell, infecting everyone in sight. It spread rapidly, and it stuck to each city like flies on shit. Some of us were lucky, we made it out of the city and into Canada, where the dense population up north couldn't reach them. Some of us…well…we turned into one of those things…and we killed…and killed…and killed. Some of us also might've just died and…and…I don't know how it happens, but they bubble down into the dirt. None of those things happened to me, but I'm still infected. But, my condition is special…I shouldn't really say that. It's more like a curse. All day, my arms turn into giant blades, or my fingers become huge knives, like something out of a comic book or movie. I can jump at huge heights, run at fast speeds, and I can somehow glide. To whoever is listening to this, it is not a gift. Like I said, it's a curse. My house has turned into a small laboratory. My friend and only ally left at this point is my friend Double D. Double D has been asking me for my blood and DNA, he says it's for a cure for my condition. He's been acting really weird recently, going into a trance for hours on end, and mumbling in his sleep. I can't really trust him right now, but he's my only friend in a time like this. Before I go, to anybody who is listening to this, my name is Eddy McGee.
And I…will kill…the man who is responsible.