The end of the world was uglier than she expected. Janice Anderson warned those who would listen that their bio weaponry was too unpredictable. No one had absolute control over a virus. If they thought they did, well… they were stupid. Plans failed, colleagues died, and those that survived mutated into something other. No one knew what was worse, the virus or the monsters it created.
“I am the monster they created. I’m the whore they’re ashamed of.” When life tried to break me I grabbed that b*tch by the throat and squeezed. I thought I could overcome anything. I swore I could handle him, but after being forced to play at the Devil’s playground I ended up craving his touch. One taste of his poison made my loyalties begin to waiver.