Reached (Matched, #3)

by Ally Condie

I pull out the slip of paper from my sleeve, hiding my hands and their movements in the shadows under the stairs the best I can. The paper says remember. I’ve taken the red tablet. And it worked. I’m not immune.

These branches will be my bones, I thought, and the paper will be my heart and skin, the places that feel everything.

Plagues are mentioned everywhere, in literature, histories, even poetry, as you’ve seen. But they all say the same thing. People die until someone finds a cure.”

The Rising explained that they made some people immune to the Plague and the red tablet from birth.