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Like the fact that I was a test-tube baby whose DNA was grafted with a bird’s, so rather than your typical childhood filled with cartoons and tricycles, I spentcrate, poked and prodded by men in white coats

Cowardly jerks

And how my flock and I escaped and spent our entire lives after that being hunted down by Erasers—hubreath

While rolling with the punches (and bites and kicks), I had a mountain of personal crap to deal with, too I was betrayed by my own father, who also turned my half brother, Ari, into an Eraser to kill me Family fun!

Then Fang left us—leftclone I won’t lie—that one stung

And I can’t forget the crazies… There are a lot of bad people out there ant to do a lot of bad things Fro nutcases, we’ve fought them all

And the icing on the cake? Soht never know—that caused all hell to break loose… and destroyed the world

Yep

But you want to knohat really happened after the apocalypse Fair enough The story belongs to all of us, especially you Our history is your future

Disclaimer: This is a story of perseverance and hope, but it’s also one of grief I’ve seen things—terrible things—that no one should even know exist I’ve witnessed the world’s darkest days and huliest moments I’ve watched cities collapse, friends die This is the hardest story I’ve ever had to tell

Still think you can handle it?