Cirque de Corbeau

It wasn't anything Hollyn expected- being caught.
She struggled against the chloroform-soaked rag and black dots danced in her vision. She saw the dark sky, a glimpse of Harper's face, and then somewhere in her heart she found the truth of it all:
Death. Her body would be put into their black van; taken to a lab where their scientists would poke and prod at her till the found the impossible way to make everyone cured for ZNex7, the disease that had wiped out almost 75% of the North America's population. And somewhere, in a cold, lonely room, she would die.

Every since the terrorist attack, Hollyn had been careful. She had watched over her little sister and promised to protect her from the Zenacur with her life. She had never guessed what she would do if she was one being caught.

Harper was already sick, and she would starve to death in their safeplace waiting for her return. She needed to return to her. The last thing Hollyn remembered was a high pitched whistle, and then everything went black.

But then the most amazing thing happened:

She woke up.