Arin’s world was small.
She had read stories of people before the war who had lived their entire lives in some tiny town. Well, that was her and Theta Sanctuary. And the more she thought about it the more she hated the idea.
Now she was twenty-two, and for the first time in her life she’d ventured to a place in the fallout shelter she’d never been before: the uppermost level. The last barrier separating her from a surface where the bidurruti lived.
She lingered near the elevator door for a moment, staring at the vast cavern beyond. It was so unlike anything else in the shelter. Below this level, everything was technological, stark, packed with food-making machines and enough entertainment to fill lifetimes, as it had for nearly five centuries. But this cave, roughly expanded out of a pre-existing cavern, was nothing more than bare stone, coldly lit by a few lights on either side of the elevator.
Arin pulled her personal communication device out of her pocket and turne