I opened my eyes, realizing what today was. It was my Birthday! I sat up excitedly and got dressed, Slipping on some jeans and a tank top with some black socks. Looking in my vanity mirror. I examined myself. I had long black hair, and twinkly hazel eyes. My face was sharp and showed off my skinny body. It wasn't that I didn't eat, honestly. I just had a really high metabolism. To quote my doctor. "Whatever she eats, might as well be instantly burned off." I huffed staring into the mirror. Sitting down, I pulled out an old camera and took a photo of myself, the bright blinding light hurting my eyes somewhat. I rubbed them and pulled out the photo that was dispensed, I smiled and took a marker. Writing down the date. "March Thirteenth. Twenty Seventeen. Turned Eighteen." I said out loud as I wrote. I finished and popped the cap on the blue marker and set it down. I stood and slid down the railing of the stairs to the first floor, passing my brother. He was younger than me by two years and shared the dark hair trait, but he had green eyes instead which he got from my father. I waved at him and he looked at being bewildered. "Happy Birthday, Leah." That's my name. "Don't wear it out," I said, landing. I smiled and walked into the kitchen. My mother was the second to greet me. She had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, her form was a bit chunkier, but she'd been hitting the gym as of late, trying to work off the extra fat. I smiled and kissed her forehead as she hugged me. "Ohh, my baby! It's so good to see you...Look at you all grown up." I giggled. "Yeah, mom...only took me...eighteen years to do it..." She let go and brought out a cake. "We were planning to go out and do something..." My dad walked in. He had black hair and green eyes and was a bit more built than most. "But...apparently there's a quarantine on places in the city." We lived in the city of Vegas Nevada at the moment, in a nice two story apartment. I frowned. "That's okay. Staying inside is fine." I somewhat lied. My mother gave a sad smile and lit a few candles and placed them around the house. "But we got something." My brother said walking up. I tilted my head. "See, we know how much you like medieval swords and such. Sooo..." My dad brought out a sword. I looked at it in wonder, slowly taking it in my hands and unsheathing it. "Broadsword...two point six...no...five pounds," I said weighing it. It had a black grip and an almost glasslike blade with a small line going down the middle, I looked to the sharpened tip. The broadsword could be used for both stabbing and slashing. I grinned and sheathed it. "Oh thank you guys!" I said hugging the three. They smiled and hugged me. Back we heard the Emergency Broadcast go off, we went into the living room and sat on the red couch looking. The reporter came on. "Attention. Ahem...The quarantine for the city of Las-Vegas...has been...extended, to all of Nevada, and parts of California..." He looked nervous. Taking a deep breath. "People may not enter or leave the designated areas. Or penalty's will be enforced. To the extent of lethal force if required. Please stay tuned for further coverage." It went off, we all looked at each other nervously. My mother sighed and rubbed her face. My brother walked off and went into his room. I sighed as well, and looked at the T.V. "Goddammit!" I said. My father put an arm around me. "Leah, don't worry. It'll be just fine." I stood up. "Dad! They haven't told us anything, about what's going on. not ANYTHING. Just putting up quarantine zones so people can't leave, so they're obviously trying to contain something." My mother looked at me. "Or keep something out," she interjected. "That's what walls are for." My brother called out. I shook my head and went to my room. I stayed there for the rest of the day with that sword. Looking out the window at the city...what was going on? What weren't we being told...?