((It is always astounding to see what becomes of people when they are put under immense pressure. Some persevere, while others crumble. Needless to say, however, the potential of a nasty outcome is always present. One can only hope that they wouldn’t find themselves on the receiving end of such a “crashout”.))

You find yourself walking down a sidewalk, sheltered from the sun by the shadows of the skyscrapers. The hustle and bustle of city life appears to remain a constant, even though the government recently announced that the human genome is unpredictably and rapidly mutating, causing individuals to develop odd and inhuman physical attributes or superhuman powers. Did you just pass by a lady with fox ears? Did that fireman stretch his arm up a tall tree to grab a stuck cat instead of using a ladder? You stopped asking questions a long time ago. Just as you thought this certain peace was bound to last, an explosion ruptured in the distance, causing the ground beneath your feet to rumble. Chaos ensued as screams filled the air and people started to run for their lives. You stand rooted in place as others push past, your eyes inexplicably drawn to the sources of the explosion. An entire city block lay in ruin as smoke billowed into the air, stemming from burning vehicles and buildings. In the midst of it all stands a woman engulfed in flames, yet she doesn’t scream nor show any signs of fear. Instead, she steps forward, staring ahead with a dejected gaze. She mutters quietly to herself. — Ahh. I’ve gone and done it now...