“If there is a god,” she said, gesturing out of the cage, “here’s the proof that he hates you.”

I didn’t need to look up. I knew exactly what Tamara was pointing at. The barren wasteland that was once our home. The death valley of over 35 thousand people. The site of the great genoicide ever committed on North American soil.

I didn’t need to look up. I knew what it looked like. But I also knew something else, something Tamara didn’t know. I could have stopped it all from happening.


I hadn’t realized that I had totally ignored her for a few minutes. “Sorry, Mara. What did you say?”

“I said, do you know where they are going to take us?…and don’t call me that. I hate that name.”

I hadn’t given much thought to our captures. They looked different than the last group that was after us, but I’m sure after the same thing: food. And we were the closest thing they were going to find to food for a very long time.

“I don’t know. And honestly, it doesn’t matter that much. Either we die from starvation, radiation poisoning, or they eat us.”

The look she gave me…hopelessness. And it was all my fault.