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Where do you go when nowhere is safe?
After a deadly virus wiped out most of Earth's population, the world is a terrifying place.
Eighteen-year-old Eve has never been beyond the heavily guarded perimeter of her school, where she and two hundred other orphaned girls have been promised a bright future in The New America. But the night before graduation, Eve learns the shocking truth about her school's real purpose—and the horrifying fate that awaits her.
Fleeing the only home she's ever known, Eve sets off on a long, treacherous journey, searching for a place she can survive. Along the way she encounters Caleb, a rough, rebellious boy living in the wild. Caleb slowly wins her trust . . . and her heart. But when soldiers begin hunting them, Eve must choose between true love and her life.
let out all the air in her lungs. “There are no maps and compasses, Eve. And you’re book smart,” she corrected, holding up her finger. “That doesn’t mean anything here. Can you fish? Can you hunt? Would you kill someone if it was me against them?” I swallowed hard, knowing the answer: no. Of course not. I’d never even killed a slug. I’d told Teacher about the girls who salted them just to watch them squirm. But I wanted to prove to Arden that every one of those years I’d spent in the library
said, ‘He especially loved people, is so happy, especially remembering Eloise.’” I leaned in, as if getting closer to him would help me decipher the meaning. “Who’s Eloise? I don’t understand.” A gust of wind came through the mountains, making the trees lean. Shadows moved across Caleb’s face. “I wasn’t sure at first either. The man just kept on like that. He said that a few times, and then other cryptic sentences. Always repeating the words in this haunting voice. I kept looking around
he yelled. But the man grabbed the wood stick, his fist clenched tight as he turned toward Leif. “This is the one?” Leif’s face was calm. “She’s wanted by the King,” he announced, glancing around at the boys. My spine straightened at the words. The truth was being turned against me, Leif’s humiliation from last night transformed into something sinister. “She’s a fugitive, and she’s put us all in danger long enough. Fletcher is taking her to the troops.” “He is not!” Arden yelled, landing
Schools,” Arden added. “We escaped.” Marjorie passed me a plate of steaming berries and I breathed in the tangy smell. The china had tiny purple roses along the rim. It was a welcome contrast to the simple metal saucers we’d eaten off at School and the gouged wood bowls Caleb had given us in the dugout. “How long have you been on your own?” Marjorie asked. “Four days,” Lark said. Marjorie pointed to Arden and me. I swallowed the berries. “I’m not sure . . . a few weeks?” “Yes,” Marjorie
moving again, the stray plants crushed beneath the beaten tires. “What about you? Did you have any brothers or sisters?” “It was just me and my mom.” I stared out the window, at the drop-off just a yard away, its height steadily growing as the car climbed into the mountains. I remembered the feeling of her breath in my ear, her fingers tickling my sides. “She used to do this thing on my birthday. She’d wake me up with breakfast and sing: ‘Today, today is a very special day . . . today is