I thought my life pretty much sucked. A senior in high school not one date. Being six feet with angry red curls and face full of freckles. Need I say more? Then the aliens showed up. Turns out the genius in the wheelchair was right. It didn't go well for us. Oh first they were all friendly and we are here to help. Then the wars came. Billions died. Then the virus. It killed everyone. Well, not everyone. I survived but not without some noticeable changes in body. Not sure if these changes are bad news/good news yet. The wars still rage on but the powers that be haven't forgotten about me. It seems everyone wants me as a lab rat or dead. In a nutshell. It sucks to be me. Please don't call me Zero. My name is Reggan Sobe.