Like cattle, we were herded into a one-way shuttle that would transport us to our deaths. Inside the white tube, only five bucket seats were available—one for each of the Selected. The shuttle was auto-piloted to The Below because no one wanted to risk getting trapped there. The thought made me snort. Although I feared the creatures of The Below, I sometimes wondered if our leaders weren’t the real monsters. I guess I’d find out soon who I was more fearful of.
