GENRE: YA Sci-Fi Dystopian
The crows are restless again.
Their raucous caws echo off the crumbling brick walls of HV-a. I wonder if they miss the wide expanse of sky they were used to before nuclear explosions wiped out everything beyond the Barrier, if they despise the force field for blocking entrance to the rest of the world. I doubt it though.
I hop over a rusted piece of metal, my regulation boots skidding in the mud and scan the ruddy clouds above. The sun will be up soon. Then the drones—the President’s workers—will come with our rations, and they will force us to bow down to the leaders who allow us to live. The gesture is a reminder that the children of the insurgents were spared because the leaders of the Citadel are just and forgiving.
I feel eyes studying me as I pick my way through broken glass and scraggly brush. From the corner of my eye, I watch a guard adjust the plasma rifle on his shoulder while yawning widely. The sky reflects off the plastic shield covering his face. He will not call out to me. I’m sixteen but scrawny for my age—I present no threat. All he sees is a girl with unremarkable brown hair and eyes, skin made dark by hours spent in the sun. The blue pants and shirt of HV-a hang off my body and make me appear weak.
I will use that to my advantage as I have done these many months.