Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Tribe'. However all the characters featured are my own and therefore belong to me.
This is a story about the ones who couldn't leave. The ones who couldn't bare the thought of the places they grew up in turning into ruins. The ones who's past memories drew them to stay in the place where they had lived in normality for so long…
Prologue
A young boy was playing. Unaware of the suffering. Unaware of the pain. Unaware of everything except fun and laughter. As he kicked the football to his friend, a slightly older and certainly less naïve child, he spoke:
"I'm just going to go and fetch Jamie. He likes football. He'll want to see your new one." With that he turned and sprinted towards a large house on the edge of the estate. He was breathing heavily as he knocked on the big oak doors of the house.
"Jamie, wanna come out and play?" the innocent young boy spoke as an older guy answered the door.
"I can't," Jamie said with tears in his eyes. "It's my parents. The virus got them. They're dying."
"But Jay got a new football…" Jamie looked at him, his heart breaking. Zak was so young, so innocent. He didn't understand. He couldn't see the devastation going on around him. Jamie ached with pain, his thoughts turning to the time when Zak's parents would join his. He knew one thing. When that moment arrived Zak would need him, and Jamie had to be ready to help…