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NAME: Tareek
Slash-kick-stab-hack-stab-slash, the movements came at an impossible speed. Kick-stab-slash-slash, mutated animal parts flew in all directions as the green and red whirlwind cut its way through the attacking horde. As the few remaining mutees fled from the horrific slaughter, Tareek paused to catch his breath. He hadn't always been this way, once upon a time he had dreamed of playing basketball in the NBA. That had been before the fateful trip to Japan with his dad.
As Tareek cleaned and sharpened his weapons, he thought back to what now seemed a completely different lifetime. He'd been with his dad at the underground market where they were trying to buy some of the black-market radiation cure. The vendor wasn't interested in cash and his dad was getting frantic. That's when the police had swarmed in and grabbed his dad and the vendor. Tareek was able to slip away without being noticed and he had been hiding in the streets for a few days when the grownups started dropping like flies.
He had banded up with a bunch of the other kids and they had gone around scavenging food and water from the abandoned stores. That had lasted for only a few weeks before the strange creatures started attacking. Luckily Tareek was bigger and faster than most of the other kids, so he was able to escape each time the mutees attacked. After a few weeks of this, only the fastest of them were still alive.
One day they had found an old shop full of Samurai armor and weapons. One of the other kids had been training in Samurai fighting techniques before the sickness killed the grown ups and he started teaching the remaining children how to defend themselves against the wild animals. At first it was strange and scary to put on all of the armor and go fight with the mutated creatures, but as time went on it became just a part of the daily routine.
Something weird was happening to the other kids, they were changing, one of them had started growing claws on his fingers. Another started growing fur all over her body. Tareek was glad that he wasn't changing, except he was. As time passed he realized that his movements were becoming much faster than the other kids'. The fighting became pathetically easy and he grew bored of it.
One day instead of killing one of the creatures he captured it and locked it up. In some ways it reminded him of the dog he had gotten for his 7th birthday. He decided to try and tame it. Eventually Tareek was capturing and taming all kinds of the wild mutees. The other kids started referring to him as 'The Tamer.' He liked it...