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She did not remember what she looked like. She had been taken when she was just a child, innocent and naive. She didn't know that people killed each other, or that some ran wild ideas into mad science. If she had, she would have never trusted the man that took her. "H-42?" Her cellmate's soft voice spoke up, a vine gently wrapping around her hand. She looked up slowly, forcing down the malicious grin that always wanted to spread across her muzzle. Her ears flicked and her tail twitched as she sighed, scratching at the collar around her neck. "Hey P-56." She greeted back, easing her body back against the wall. Their codenames were given to them by their captors. Apparently, the letter before their numbers stands for the type of mutant they are. Their numbers are just that, numbers. It tells how many of their kind had been made before them. For example, P-56 was the fifty-sixth plant mutant.
She was H-42, the forty-second hyena mutant.