We’ve been together ever since the nuclear reactor blew. From a global standpoint, this was a minor explosion. It only wiped out the building it was in and about ten square miles of landscape. Almost everything within the blast radius was obliterated. Almost everything…
We were well within the blast radius. We were, in fact, inside the building that was destroyed. Somehow, we survived the blast, but we received what should have been a lethal dose of radiation. Instead, we lived through it, but not as we once were.
You see, somehow we mutated from the radiation. I know, I know. This is the stuff of science fiction, right? Well, it happened to us. We were close enough to each other that when the radiation washed over us, we just sort of… merged together. That’s right — two people, one body. We retained all four arms, all four legs, but we were attached by the hip and torso, skin welded to skin and, as far as we both know, internal organs being spliced together, as well. Now we’re this fearsomely gruesome creature living in a radiation zone and trying to eke out an existence.
We don’t know what will happen next. We don’t even know if there is a next for us. No one has been able to enter the radiation zone due to the danger involved, and we haven’t tried to leave it. Why would we? What’s out there in the world for us now? We’re a freak of nature, if nature is what you want to call this. True, modern science might be able to fix us, but why take the chance of being captured by the military or some science foundation that might want to study us? That way lies madness, more than this sorry heap of flesh.
So, we stay where we are. The radiation can’t hurt us any more than it already has. This is our existence now. So let it be.
