A/N: I got this idea from reading Daughter of A Deathclaw. I was surprised out how little Marie - from the Pitt - was worked with in this fandom and had to fix this. Mostly composed of short chapters that are made of diary entries by Marie. Hope you all enjoy. R&R excuse spelling mistakes. I typed this on my phone and it doesn't use autocorrect when I do that so I couldn't catch any mistakes I missed while typing.
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August 9, 2093
My name is Marie and I'm immune.
To what, you may ask.
Well...everything really.
Radiation. Trog. Hell, I've never even gotten the sniffles.
About sixteen years ago, everyone thought I would be a were going to run some tests on this cool machines and all the smart people were going to use that data to make a cure so the people of the Pitt - my home - wouldn't have to suffer Trog anymore.
It worked for awhile.
Those that were caught in time still suffer the horrid scars where skin fell off. Others healed completely. They even tested on a few of those that were already consumed by the disease and managed to actually tame some of them.
But as I said, that only worked for awhile.
Those that had already been infected before the cure are changing, becoming something worse.
And they wanna run mpre tests on me. But no, I don't wanna go back to that lab. I wanna be a person, not 'The Cure'.
I wanna be Marie.
No special titles, no honorary titles, no special means. I wanna be free.
And there's only one way I know I can do this, become free.
I have to leave the Pitt.