When you were born you were born like any other person. From a male, and a female human. You went to normal schools. Lived normal lives. Took texts, failed classes, missed days, road the bus, ate pizza, and stayed up until three in the morning. And then you turned 16. Oh, sweet 16 as everyone likes to call it. But was it sweet? Was it really?
Lightning, striking down from the sky, onto someone, onto you.
One of those particular colors of lightning, struck you just as you turned 16, down to the second. It wasn't painful. It wasn't bone breaking. It filled you with energy, a strange energy. An abnormal energy. And these were called the infected. Not all of you of course, were struck by this lightning on you're sweet sixteen. Many lucky, or maybe not so lucky, boys and girls were not chosen to be infected. They were chose to be normal, like everyone else, forever.
Of course, now you are different.