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After many days of waiting, I finally walked outside again. It was a beautiful

summer day again. The kind of day they didn't want to let us outside. They knew

the disease was easier got in sunlight, but they assured us we couuldent catch it so

quickly and that they would let us back in soon. I walked to the edge of the fence

as I usually did and peered over it down to the roaring ocean and rocks below. The

breeze always felt good, even on rainy days, because of the little air in the

compound. The breeze...another way to catch the disease. After only a few

miniutes, we were all beckoned inside again. I took one last look back at the sun

while walking back into the cold, metal room before the door slammed shut and

made its quiet pssh. It would be another 2 months before we saw the sun

again.



We were escorted back to our recreation area about 3 floors down below the

compound. There were already other kids our age running around, playing, and

lounging. The area itself, being bigger then most of the other rooms in the

compound, once housed many more people. Unfortunatly, they were all taken from

us by a strange disease. So many of my friends had all been taken by it. I walked

over to a pair of benches set up over by the basketball court and sat down, staring

up at the dimmed lights.


What I remember is so distant from the world I once loved. It was an experiment.

No one had the proper knowledge. No one could have seen what was coming.

Government agencies attempted to creat new humans. Perfect beings. Unable to

catch diseases, colds, get scratches or wounds...superhumans. They created a

serum that gave humans these traits and even made their skin impenatrable. It

was a happy time for American soldiers. Happy...that word isn't used around here

anymore. Anyway, many parts of the world approved of this serum and began

administering it to the public. Fools. The serum had a huge backfire in humans. It

caused bubbles of air to form under their skin and slowly inflate, removing all of

the skin from underneath the bubble, revealing pure flesh. The bubbles would fill

with blood and eventually, the victims would die from blood loss. But that wasn't

all...The blood that had pooled in the bubbles had become contaminated and

released a strange, alien virus into the air upon the bubbles bursting. Anyone in the

immedate area of a "popping" victim would be almost instantly infected. It spread

through the U.S. quickly and so many people faced very painful deaths. Many

people panicked and riots broke out which only led to more killing and more

disease. Those who could be were evacuated from major countries and states. The

disease quickly became a world-wide epidemic. Not only did many world leaders

die before they had the chance to respond to the siatuation, but they did not know

how to. Confining the population was the only hope, but they had no way of

knowing if the disease could travel through the smallest cracks or not. Scientists

attempted to create anti-bodies for the disease, but before they could solve

anything, they had all been killed off themselves. Those who were evacuated were

placed in a special compound on an island 146 miles off the coast of Florida.

Most of the evacuees were infants or children of a young age, however, very few

middle-aged men and women made it to the evac.facility. I was 4 at the time of

deporting. We had come together as a family. We all knew, however, that it would

not take long before the disease would travel over the ocean and trap us in our

facility forever. We all knew we were living not only in our homes, but in our

graves.

I do not remember my name. I know it was a beautiful name that began with an I.

I wished I could remember it on a day like today. Of all day's...my birthday. I was

finally 17. I stood up from the bench and walked down the side of the room, where

two boys were fiercly competing on a GameCube. They had began to attract a

crowd of people, all shouting "C'mon Derek! Beat him!". I looked at the two young

boys who were playing. One's name was Derek. Apparently, Derek thought

everything was his unless he told you it wasn't. many of our favorite games and

devices were taken into hiding because we all tried to fight Derek into giving them

back to us. The other one's name was Oliver. Oliver had been friend's with me

since I could remember. His hair was a deep brown and he wore very thin small

glasses. He always, like the rest of us, wore his uniform, a black tank-top with

brown, multi-pocket pants. But Oliver had always wished for something to make

himstand out in the crowd, so for his 15th birthday last year, the administration

gave him a black belt. He had'nt taken it off since the day he got it. Oliver and

Derek were engaged in a heated battle of SuperSmashBro'sMelee in which Oliver

and Derek were the same charachter, but oliver had 4 lives left, while Derek only

had 1. The kids kept rooting Derek on as he managed to knock Oliver finall off the

edge, eliminating on of his lives. But his victory was bitter-sweet. Oliver's

charachter returned to the arean and after charging another attack, he quickly

eliminated Derek. The crowd of kid's seemd to dissappear as fast as Derek's last

life, and before another breath could be taken in, Derek was punching Oliver's

arm. "You stupid cheater!" He cried out loud, "You only good at this because you

cheat! I hate the game anyway!" He said angrilly throwing down the controller and

walking grumpilly over to the benches to where I was just sitting. After Putting the

game neatly away in it's case, Oliver stood up and re-adjusted his glasses. He

looked up at me, "Oh, Hey I." He said. That was my name. Until I could remember

it, my name was I. "Have you been outside, lately? I heard it was sunny

today!" "Yeah. It was. There was a breeze too. It was quite beautiful. Why didn't

you come, Oliver?" "Oh yeah, I. Like I could walk away from a challange from

Derek!" He said in a competitive tone like he liked to do. If there's one thing oliver

hated, it was passing up competition. "Hey, I, look, Coats." he said pointing to two

men walking through the double doors of the room and looking around. The held

up a hand and shouted "ID:C101666! Report!" Unfortunatly, if the Coats called

your ID, You knew you were in trouble. Also Unfortunatly, it happened to be my

ID. "I, whatcha do?" Oliver whispered in my ear. "Hell if I know..." I said walking

disdainfully over to the coats. I showed them my forearm which displaed in fine

ink the number C101666. The Coats nodded and said "Come with us. We need you

to see the administrator." One of them grabbed my arm and pused me ahead of

them, leading me down a dark hallyway. I had never met the admistrator in all the

years I had been here, but I had a gut feeling that something bad was about to

happen.