Day 1: Welcome to the gang

I sit in the car, looking out the window, the forest is flourishing its almost beautiful, but a plague swept through the world killing off everyone who was 21 and older, I was 7 at the time I'm 15 now, it's been 8 years, the forest flourished and people died, it wasn't slow or painful, they didn't come back as zombies they just, died. Survivors were rounded up and a program was set in place.

"Ann!" yelled my sister "Mira!" I yelled back as I was dragged off, I was picked, my genes were perfect and I was fertile, I was picked and she wasn't, I was forced into a black car and buckled in, then I was left for an hour to calm down before the car moved by itself, driving me to camp 305.

I wiped away the tears, memories replaying in my minded, thou's who weren't fertile or didn't have good genes were sent to work chopping down trees and finding survivors, why'd it have to be me, why not her? why not both of us?

We went past a crystal blue lake, calm and beautiful, I wanted to go swim in it, but I knew I never would be allowed. We drove up a slope and past chin wire fences and stopped the door was opened by an android, everyone was controlled by these things who were controlled by Carmon Salzar, the 6 foot 40-year-old greying man with amber eyes. I stepped out, it wasn't fancy, you only get fancy when you have kids the more kids the fancier.

Camp tables were lined up neatly under a tarp, mess hall check, the kitchen had more cover even had a fridge, kitchen check, two buildings, bunks with about twenty rooms each, one for two people each, one girl one boy, they play area with fenced off and a large file for the ones who were turning, and finally and meeting hall, where we all crowed daily to watch Carmon give his morning speech.

I walked to my room opening it, a man with black hair and green eyes laid on his bed listening to music. He nodded at me like a normal human then shot up and shook my hand "Hi, Are you a virgin? have sex now? or after lunch?" he said in that bland tone all fertile's have. "Your, not drugged, are you?" I said slowly, he sighed "no, I ain't. Names Michel," he said. "Who are you?" he asked. "Ann, Ann Grace," I answered flopping onto my new bed. It wasn't comfy in the slightest but it was a bed.

"Did they give you the shot yet?" Mitchel asked, I furrowed my brows and felt my arm the band-aid on my arm. "Y-ya, shouldn't it be taking effect?" I said looking at the off white ceiling. "Not if you're like us, immune" he sighed. "Welcome to the gang"