Souls of the Storm

12 years ago, everything went to hell. I was only 5.
Anyone over the age of 8 went nuts and we didn't know why. They were just crazy at first and all us little kids thought it was some big game, until those of us who were older saw the rising danger. The crazies began eating us.
The older kids tried to form some sort of defence, creating their own little "clans" and adopting the younger kids to increase the chances of their clan's survival. Many died, but those that lived became stronger.
A couple of years later came the kinesis', those with odd abilities. Some could move things with their mind, others could control your body. Some used these abilities for good, helping their clan. But many used them to gain power and fear. That was their downfall. Those of us who were normal took a stand, and most of the kinesis' were thrown out to fend for themselves. Almost all of them perished.
Now in the present day, my clan is struggling. Our territory is no longer able to support us and we must move, but that's always harder than it seems.
The infected are out there and now the older generations are trying to find a cure, with no success. Except maybe, for one...