D-1270: A Short Story

“D-1270! That’s the third strike for you! Guards, take her to the dungeon, no dinner for her tonight. Make sure there’s no funny business.” I started wondering if throwing a brick at their heads was considered funny, but since I valued my life I decided against it. I should really stop getting strikes it really seems like I live in there instead of with my family in this sad prison. Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself I am D-1270, we don’t have real names here because we’re all prisoners. Anyway you can call me Callia since that is my real name before they branded the back of my neck with their so-called name. You might ask who took over, well let me tell you. About 1,000 years ago, there was a huge explosion at a power plant due a flaw in the designs and there was a huge storm where lightning had struck the building exposing the flaw and when lightning hit it again, the whole thing exploded. The workers inside were taken away and hidden in a secret government facility along with about 10,000 other people who were in the city close to the reactor. They were hidden away from everyone and the government covered up the explosion. Eventually the people started to mutate instead of you know, dying, or getting cancer. The people had …show more content…
They are vicious and wild creatures, but yet still maintain a level of intelligence that allowed them to take us over. Their blood could turn you evil if you don’t get the cure for it fast enough. It took around 300 years to figure out a cure. You mix human blood into your bloodstream and it stops the mutation. I’ve always wondered if their blood could turn us into monsters, could our blood turn them back to normal? Scientists could figure it out if they could get their hands on one to experiment