Her name is Hadley
I watch her move around my fellow Elites, a snake in the grass.
I always had an appreciation for snakes. They way they glide, slither, hiss with venom.
She is venom.
But she’s not as discreet in her mission as she might think.
As Dash Eaton, a f*cking leader of this society, I have eyes and ears in every dark corner.
I know her plans. To destroy us.
Cute. It feeds my interest in her. My addiction.
Don’t blame me for what I will do to her. Destroy her as she planned to destroy us.
Blame her poor choices, not me.
But pity her… for she is, and always will be, mine.
Hadley
Life in Stonewall isn’t the same for everyone.
You’d think after the world ended, and we–the lucky ones–were saved by a dome that protects us from the toxic air, that maybe we would have learned… something, anything.
Of course not.
We live in three factions, ruled over by the Elites.
I’m not one of them. But I’m infiltrating. I’m in their midst…
And I’m going to bring them down, even if it means tearing down this entire dome with them.