“Even if you cry, no one is going to help. We are sixteen. We are the oldest among the humans who survived the virus. All your brat friends are too scared to come close.”
Yet the girl did not stop screaming.
“Stop it! I don’t want this!”
Then she called someone’s name. Probably the name of a friend. But no one came. No one came at all. It was as the boys said. In this world, no one was foolish enough to oppose the sixteen-year-old boys.
Because of what happened four years ago.
Every adult above thirteen had died from the virus.
And those who had been twelve at that time were now sixteen.
In this world, there was no humans stronger that the sixteen-year-olds.
As the girl kept screaming, one of the boys hit her head.
“Argh!”