The sound of police sirens could be heard as the Locos chased a young boy through the city.
The boy looked no older than 15 and scared for his life. Since the city became practically a warzone after the virus, there was no recollection of time, only the sunrise and the dusk could tell you if it was light or dark. Calenders were no use, not that anyone had one, and no one knows what day it is or month or year.
Tribes were left to scavenge for food, and if you were on your own and were caught raiding someones food stash, you were a goner.
No one was safe. There was no hope of the adults coming back, as the virus had spread all over the world. There was no means of communication with other cities or countries. No medical help when needed, and you could die from getting a simple bout of the flu.
There was also barely any hope of the city becoming even the slightest bit civilized or safe...
At least until the Mallrats were formed.
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Jack's Sister (The Tribe)
Fanfiction(There aren't enough fanfictions for this so I decided to make one) Based on The Tribe, a television series made in New Zealand Nine months after the virus hit, the city is in chaos. None of the adults survived, and all the children are left to fen...
