…because of her lineage, Cola knew that she could get away with a little more than the rest. For one thing, she could last longer in the dust than anyone else. Some mutation of the lungs, Grandma had said. And this put her in the front running for something like The Outgoing, which would test her further on those sorts of things.
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The Outgoing | Pt. 1
None of us knew we could live more than 3 days without water. Until we had to. As others toppled over, wasted, under-watered, the rest of us just looked at each other, dry-eyed though we mourned.
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Baths haven’t been allowed for a long time ‘cause there isn’t enough water. But I’ve been saving my rations a whole year for a real good cause.
My sister, Sana.
The End of the Road | Pt 9
“You’ll probably die. Some other people died,” Charlie remembered her saying. He rubbed his eyes. Blinked. The little girl’s face swam and changed.
The End of the Road | Pt 8
He tore the axe from the mud, his eyes crazed. The screams came again and again, but he could not move. Was it the girl? Was it just the dogs? The eerie whimpers crept on as the moon rose high, and soon the snarling, panting, shifting, screaming sounds of the wild, hungry hounds pacing closer in the mucky grass came to his ears.
Jessica Barratt 