They got a letter. Every single one of the diseased got a letter. They think they're special but they're not. They are abominations, all of them are. They think so highly of themselves but in a year, they will become mindless... beasts ...that have a hunger for blood. I couldn't stop a grin from spreading across my face. I had a plan. They were all invited to a camp. There was nothing around said camp for miles upon miles. I had hired someone to kill these creatures. This assassin had been trained well and was immune to the virus that had spread years before. It was hard to find someone able and willing as most of the cities had been turned into rubble and dust a year after the outbreak and even though there were a few populated areas that still lingered, they were all too afraid to take this job. By the time the 'gifted' go to this camp they will be just under halfway turned, if they caught the disease at the start of this year. I once had the unlucky chance to meet some of the unfortunate people and one of them knew about the mutations but had the idea not to mention it to any of the others. He said that they would've panicked and maybe attack some of the humans. I disagreed but I couldn't do anything to persuade him to speak to the others about it.

 By the time someone other than me has read this, I'm most certainly dead... 

 Over.