The Culling Conspiracy

POV: Astrid

The heavy transport vehicle slams my spine against the wooden slats as it hits another hidden rut in the unseen terrain. It jars all twenty of us inside, throwing shoulders into ribs and knees into shins as we bounce violently in the dark. The sun has been up for hours, cutting the night’s chill, but the mood in this rolling cage remains frozen. It is a suffocating mix of terror and r