The Beginning, Middle, or End?

We've been called Gods.

We've been called monsters.

We've been called angels and demons.. super heroes...

Ultimately, we're humans...

We're not immortal nor are we all knowing...

In the year 2044, World War III broke out. Over eighty percent of the human population was destroyed.

With our advancement in technology, scientists were able to produce a single bomb with power greater than the nuclear bomb. Just one was already too many. Just one bomb, and it brought our civilization crumbling down...

The aftermath of the war created a tragedy.

At first, those exposed to radiation had missing or extra limbs. Children of those mutations were disposed of immediately, but as generations passed, our DNA continued to evolve to fit our survival on earth. Soon, our ancestors were born with mutations such as having golden eyes or odd colored hair.

However... that wasn't the end to our evolution.

This special mutation doesn't occur within everyone. It might lay dormant in one generation but become active the next. To this day, many of us remained unaffected by the radioactivity. Studies have shown that roughly one out of every ten thousand babies born will have an active mutation. However, because many still fear those with mutations might become corrupted, the babies are killed immediately.

Those are the unlucky ones.

The lucky ones are us...

We were born as normal beings, but the mutation sleeps until something triggers it.

We were given the chance to take our first breath and our first step into the world...