"We've got to stay alive"

Those were the last words I heard from Ma as she pulled my hands running through the street. All around us people were running. 

The world was in chaos. A strange gas was in the atmosphere and people were developing supernatural powers. 

Some had telepathy, they could easily read your minds, some had telekinesis, they could easily lift you up from the ground and leave you floating. 

These mutation caused a change in the earths surfaces. The ionosphere, the biosphere, the hydrosphere, the atmosphere was affected.

The water became too hot to drink, the air became to thick, oxygen was gradually depleting.

As long as you are normal, surviving becomes difficult. You are hunted down down everyday. 

Surviving becomes essential and we have to do all we can to survive. 


 ••••••••

Everything changed for Keturah, when her Mum was taken from her. 

As a scientist, and the best the town ever had, her Mum was suddenly wanted when an accident happened and a strange gas was released into the atmosphere causing genes to be mutated and people suddenly having supernatural powers.

Her Mum was taken as she was believed to have the cure. 

For eleven years, Keturah searched for her Mum, hiding in the woods.

She could feel the change from within. She needs her Mum, She needs the cure.

BEYOND THE ORDINARY

The air in the lab was heavy with tension as Maria adjusted her protective gloves, her focus razor-sharp on the vial of shimmering blue liquid in front of her. She barely noticed the faint hum of machinery or the quiet murmur of her team. Katherine was beside her on the workstation. This was the culmination of years of relentless work, sleepless nights, and countless failures. The antidote—her antidote—was ready. And yet, a storm loomed outside her sanctuary. 


The knock on the lab door was sharp and deliberate, breaking her concentration. Katherine frowned and glanced at the clock. It was unusual for anyone to interrupt her at this hour. She motioned for one of her assistants to open the door. When Mr. Dawson, the Minister of Science, stepped in, his tailored suit and stern expression sent a chill through the room. 


“Katherine,” he began without preamble, his voice clipped and authoritative. “I need a word.” 


28_Antidote II