GENRE: YA SF
Quinn's sister, diagnosed with a fatal illness, has been scheduled for voluntary termination. Quinn wants to convince her best friend Troy that there might be a way to save her.
I sit, avoiding his eyes. It’s never been this hard to say something to Troy. He usually knows what I’m going to say before I even begin.
But not this time.
“I want to sneak past the shooters and go outside the territory,” I say.
Troy’s face is slack, like I’ve slapped him. “What?”
“Great-Daddy believed in the Earthies,” I say. “He told me they could help Beverly.”
“I thought so, too. But I’ve been thinking about it. And I want to go and see for myself.”
Troy has never looked this incredulous. “Quinn, what are you talking about? One hour outside and you’ll be so toxic they’ll have to quarantine and detox you. Four hours and you’re dead!”
“That’s never been proven.”
He sighs. “I know you just lost Great-Daddy and I know you’re upset about Beverly’s termination. But you can’t go running outside the borders just to prove your great-grandfather was right about something.”
“But if he was right, then there’s hope for Beverly.”
Troy looks worried—probably for my sanity. “Earthies are a myth.”
“My Great-Daddy lived thirty years longer than he should have,” I say. “And he said something about my Grandaddy knowing about the Earthies, too.”
“Your Grandaddy the shooter?”
I cringe. “Yeah.”
“So you want to break health law and go outside the borders to look for Earthies because a shooter and an old, dying man said they existed?”
“I can’t sit around and let Beverly die.”