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Prologue

It was the same everywhere you turned, the stench of death and decaying bodies hung around every corner.

Apparently it hadn't always been like this, not that I would know anything about how the world used to be like. The only knowledge of the world that I have is the news channels and occasional cartoons that the other inmates and I would be allowed to watch. We weren't really exactly 'inmates' because to be an inmate wouldn't that mean you would have to be captured and we weren't. We were born there. We were born for one purpose. To protect the world from this apocalypse that the government apparently saw coming.

We started out as eight, first we were just given barcodes with a letter and a number below them stamped on our wrists, but we gave each other names, that is, when we were finally old enough to interact.

I was ten when I met the others and instantly we all knew we were alike. Not looks, but abilities.

B-12 had gotten so excited to see other people that see tripped and skinned her knee. She didn't even cry, like a normal nine year old would, she just jumped right back up and came to the circle that was forming in the recreational room. Her scraped knee had glowed orange and had completely healed, without even a scar left, by the time she got to the rest of us.

Once everyone was there that day, no one said anything at first; we were all too busy analyzing everyone else sitting in the circle. Until G-12, a blonde boy with a huge, goofy smile asked B-12 if she was ok. She had said she was fine. She wouldn't survive the night.

A month later, when we all met again, we had decided to give each other names. We gave a name to B-12 first, even though she wasn't there, Olive. The tall, dark-skinned boy with a mohawk was next. We had always wondered why they let him have a mohawk and when we asked him about it he would just shrug and say, "I asked for a cool hairstyle." We called him Puck; well he called himself Puck and then just told us to do the same. The redhead girl, know as F-12, requested the name Alex. The boy with big green freckled eyes and long black hair, formally H-12, we named Spencer. A-12 was next, the brunette liked to be first for everything because of her 'A Right' as she called it, and was already mad the she was fifth. We picked Sarah for her and then named her brother, G-12, Sam right after that. They were the only ones in the group that were siblings, biologically, we all knew we were bought from our birth parents, and we all pitied Sarah and Sam because their parents gave up two children. All that was left to name were E-12 and I. E-12 went first and the short red haired boy got the name Connor.

Then it was just me. It was a strange feeling standing there in front of six kids, some older, some younger, and some my age, that were going to give me a name. It felt like they were picking my fate, a name, some people say, is your destiny, and I was about to find out what mine was. I had been the shy one of the group so they picked a name like quiet, Quinn. I was no longer C-12. I had a name. I was a human being.

Well not entirely human, none of us were. When Olive tripped on her first day and healed the wound instantly was a sign she wasn't human. But it wasn't just something she could do, we can all do that.

The scientists had messed with our chromosomes when we were born, altering them to make us stronger, faster, more agile, and give us the ability to evolve. We had all reached the first step of chromosome evolution and been able to heal ourselves, most of us didn't live past that step.

Olive was the first to die, we didn't find out until later, when Connor had died, that it was because their bodies couldn't handle the changes brought about by their DNA alterations. Their bodies had shriveled up like prunes and all the moisture was drained out until nothing was left, it was their bodies rejecting the ability. The scientists didn't know how any of our bodies would react to the changes, they didn't even know what abilities we would get with each stage of evolution, and they didn't know that Alex and Spencer would commit mutual suicide because they didn't want to end up like Olive and Connor.

I was the first to react to the next evolution; I could now heal other people just by touching them. My hand would glow golden, I would touch their wound and they would heal. Sam was next, then Sarah, and then Puck. Sarah's body didn't react well to this new ability, and before the end of the week, she would be dead. Her brother was devastated and Puck and I thought he would never recover.

That was two years ago.

Three weeks ago was when everything changed.

We had seen on the news all about the dead coming back and devouring the living, but we knew it wouldn't affect us; we were safe inside our facility. But something was off that day. We could feel it in the air.

It all happened so fast, the three of us had been in our rooms when the sirens went off and our doors automatically opened. I ran out into the hall where I saw the first undead I would ever see. It staggered as it walked, limping purposefully toward a female nurse and sinking its teeth into her arm. She cried out in pain and she fell to the ground, taking the rotting man with her. I turned on my heels and ran.

I ran past the vacant rooms of Sam and Puck and out into the field where we would gather. I knew that the electricity on the fence would be turned off because the alarm had been pulled so I quickly hopped over the twelve-foot fence with ease. I turned around and faced the chaos of the facility I had lived in my whole life and smiled because even though I knew people were dying in there and I had no idea where Puck and Same were, I was free.

I took one last look at the white building with a black twelve on the side and I turned and ran into the forest, my white nightgown blowing in the wind.

The first chapter will be up either tonight or tomorrow.
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