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MUTATION 

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In order for her ability to work, Kreep has to have physical harm inflicted on her (i.e an open wound) to be able to take control of it hence the reason for all the scars on her body. Her blood can take the form of a sharp needle, the major downfall is that the blood doesn't return to her body and just like any normal human, enough blood loss can result in her falling unconscious or potentially death if she's very reckless.

IN THE BEGINNING . . .

Kreep and her bother both were born in the slums of Macedonia. Unfortunately born into poverty, Buzzard made it an effort to try and support his family since their father had left them, leaving just Kreep, her mother and himself. Their mother sold vegetables on the streets just to be able to keep food in their mouths and worked where ever she could find work. Kreep at the time grew up a normal child, not expecting much and never thought she'd ever really amount to much because she always thought that where she was, was basically it. There was nothing she could do do get out of where she was she'd think. She wasn't able to go to school, but learned how to read from her bother Buzzard who learned what he could to be able to work. By the time Buzzard was 18 he'd saved enough to move the three of them to the US and out of the slums.

Things took a turn though when they reached the US. Kreep had gotten very sick. A rare incurable disease of the blood. Something doctors had never seen before, something her mother couldn't figure out how to help her suffering child with. By then Buzzard had left to join the military to support his family. Hear his sister was sick, Buzzard rushed back knowing that their mother couldn't take care of her and deal with hospitals knowing she couldn't speak English very well. When Buzzard returned, Kreep was already in the hospital thin as paper and dying slowly. He spent every day from the moment he returned up until the apocalypse taking care of her. Now knowing what was going on their mother told them she'd "be back" and never returned to the hospital leaving Buzzard to take care of the both of them. 

Kreep never forgot the time he spent with her, keeping her hopeful and being at her side telling her that she would make it through, even though she knew she wouldn't had it not been for the apocalypse. In some ways she's grateful for the apocalypse, seeing how it helped mutate her sickness to help her. Though, she'll never forget the horrors of D-Day.

 THE MUTATION . . .

Still too sick to fend for herself when the apocalypse Buzzard did his damn best to keep her out of a harms way. Never letting her out of his sight, taking as much as he could from the hospital before making a run for it. The hospital was the absolute worst place for them to have stayed. Crawling with mutated people, blood, sickness and disease. It took some time, but before long Kreep had started to notice that she was changing, that she didn't feel as weak as if she was good as new again. She'd forgotten what it was like to not feel weak or sick or like her body was trying to had to get her to slip away. Things had gotten better and it wasn't until she cut herself that she realized her blood was able to take a solid form that she could control at will. She was mutated but not like the monsters that roamed the streets and over time her eyes changed and she readied her body to be able to keep up with her brother. She felt whole again- even better and newer than before.

THE FINAL STOP . . .

In the end, after hoping from survival group to the next, they were able to cross paths with Psyke and knew that, that was where the final stop was.