My name is Blitz and I am a... actually, call me whatever-- An mutant, a freak, or even, God forbid, a hero-- What I'm called isn't important. It's what I am and what I can do.
I, along with my family of six, have "abilities." Abilities, beyond all imagination, that we use to save, fight, and survive in a city situated in the middle of a desert. (And with that, you can bet your butt we're not like regular people.) Our story is a good a guess yours as it is ours. But what matters is that I document our indescribable experiences here. This is the first, and it involves my one and only love... who is a phoenix at heart.
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