It has been five months since the start of this horrible time. Five months since the first victim was found in El Salvador. The virus spread like no other, infecting everyone who came in contact with it, whether they were protected or not. The worlds governments combined forces and created a vaccine, which was quickly handed out to everyone. Everyone got the vaccine, but people were still dying.
The vaccine was a success, yes, but it only worked on a select amount of the population. Children, unlike every other disease, were the least infected, and the only ones who were saved by the vaccine. It seems to work only on those who have not reached adulthood--those under the age of sixteen. Soon the disease clinics gave vaccines only to kids, not caring who they are. The adults dwined away, leaving only their offspring.
A month ago, the last news station broadcasting--by the cameramans son--declared the last adult dead. A Buddhist monk in Tibet who managed to outrun the virus by living in such a remote location. He caught it from a villager who came to the temple for a last meditation.
Now, a month later, the world is in peril. Gangs are being formed by desperate teens looking for help. They steal whatever supplies they can get from innocent kids and use it among themselves. Nearly all the supplies from the grocery stores are gone-the food is running out. A small band of people is forming in an apartment complex to try and stand up to them. The gangs haven't caught on yet, but they will soon, and they will not be happy...



