Genre: YA Dystopian
The taste of my own blood combined with the barbaric site in front of me doesn’t help my already churned-up stomach. But biting my cheek is all I can do to keep from screaming and being the next one they choose.
It’s the third public showing that I’ve witnessed – well, as far back as I can remember that is. None of us Drudges have ever dared to go against Overseers.
Not until today when my mentor and best friend decided she had enough.
We Drudges know her as Skye, but her true name is Ninety-eight, as given to her by the Overseers. We are numbered for efficiency and uniformity. The less unique we are, the better. It means we won’t rally against them and can do what we were created to do: labor, sweat, and bleed for whatever task we’re given. It doesn’t matter how tiny or grand the task is, we are expected to execute it to completion without complaint and without question.
Today, though, Skye’s clear blue eyes are dark like one of the storms that frequent our home and world, Castora. We all know that our life as a Drudge is much shorter than that of an Overseer. Skye especially knows that our time here is short – she’s very close to being fully-grown. If we don’t die from exhaustion, from falling into one of the heavy pieces of machinery, or from a public showing for disobeying the Overseers, then we’re snatched away during one of the few times we’re actually allowed to shower and cleanse ourselves.