There weren’t a lot of people around anymore.
No one was really sure when it had happened, but one day there were no more people who’d made it even half-way through puberty. There were plenty of small children and babies all around, but with no one to care for them, many died. Not all of them, as others found them or were older siblings and thus able to care for them.
Most monetary items lost their value while others suddenly became of vital importance. After all, what children wanted most or needed most was different to what adults wanted or needed.
Still, many died and there were years of anarchy ahead of them, but if humanity had learned anything, even very young humans, it was to persevere through all odds. Some would survive and from that some, generations more would be born.
Many feared what would happen to them once they reached the age of 16 as anyone that age and older had vanished that one strange morning, but as time went on and those who turned 16 stayed alive to turn 17 and 18 and all of the ages above, that fear was forgotten and laid aside like so many other fears throughout the ages of humanity.
“Did anyone ever find out what happened?” a small girl with frizzy hair asked.
The elderly woman in front of her smiled sadly, “No, my child, we never did, Perhaps you might find the truth of it someday.”
Written for the Multiverse challenge of Youngsville: http://multiversechallenge.wordpress.com/2014/05/01/multiverse-fiction-challenge-may-1-2014/