To whoever may see this.
Warning: do not touch this paper.
Date of writing: June 27th, 2043
What do you think when you hear the word birthday? Do you think of parties? Cake? Presents? Your friends and family coming over? Not for me. For me all my birthday means is I just survived another year of hell. My birthday means one step closer to the end of the world.
I wasnt born, I was grown. I don't have a family, I don't have friends, and my only happy memories are being able to go to sleep at night. Every day for me was a nightmare, being tested, injected, and infected. My birth place was Xcore Medical Labs, grown by the people who claim they will save this world.
Since I was created, the scientists at Xcore have injected me with Biologically enhanced diseases, along with a special drug they developed that made me immune to every new disease. My body became a weapon, and my touch meant death. Every living thing that touched me would die. Humans. Animals. Plants.
Xcore is not the world's savior, they are in fact the exact opposite. The ultimate goal of their plan is to eradicate all living life, and create a new world. They believe crime, sex, drugs, and domestic abuse are growing and can not be stopped. After they release me into the world they will lock themselves in their air tight safe house untill the world is dead. Once their goal is met, they will breed humans with their new DNA, a breed of humans incapable of sin.
Today, (see above date) is the day that Xcore sends me into the world. Today is my sixteenth birthday. Today is the day that I will go into hiding, I will attept to save the world from me, but there is one major issue. I cannot die.
If I am killed, or if I kill myself all the diseases inside me will become air born, and the world will die. I will attempt to find an airtight safe room, a place where I can be locked in forever. If you are reading this note, follow the news. I will leave more notes as to my condition and more information about Xcore, but I can not reveal my location. My final letter will be left at the door of the safehouse I find, you must lock it, chain it shut, just keep me inside.
Do not attempt to find me, please.
I am a female, age sixteen.
I have grey skin, and white hair.
My name is Sammy Drin
If you see me, run. I am not safe, I am not to be touched. I am the ultimate VIRUS
Sammy R. Drin