She stared at me, confused about the question. In broken English she started to describe a game her grandfather told her about. That in end everyone ended up human and would meet each other eventually. "She's fucking nuts..." I told myself.

"If we are all from a big game and magically got split up. Who the hell was I?"

Smiling she jumped up and ran to an old desk. Taking out what looked like a map and she lied it out on the old desk. Pointing at the far end of the map where a picture with three people painted on each with the cancer symbol on them. She said the words 'mutant blood'. The smallest of the three wore black sweater.

"That's me?"

She nodded. There was 36 of them in all, some looked a lot more threatening than others.


After an hour of her explaining this the best she could, the sun started to set. Pulling me into a second room. In the room lied beds, one big and one tiny. She crawled onto the big one and pointed to the other.

"You want me to sleep on that?"

With a sigh she pushed over and I climbed in on the other side.